by Cameryn Barnett
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is suffocating. It’s impossible to breathe When the world doesn’t believe That you exist. She writhes in my gut And claws at my lungs Gasping for her savior To tell her she is real. She wears chic heels And a curly purple wig And tries to stand But I hold her down; I push her head into the sand After every headline About how another trans person died About how sports are gender segregated now And another governor Chose votes over our rights. Again she tries to stand And again I lock her up Because it’s so much easier (for them) If I just agree To be the bigger man.
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Cameryn Barnett is a poet, short story writer, and essayist living in South Carolina. They have been published in several student magazines at the University of Iowa, identify as gender fluid, (they/them pronouns) and are currently working on several anthologies.
So very clear to anyone who still does not UNDERSTAND! Is it complicated? YES and also NO ... more clarity more clarity maybe leads to compassion and understanding and acceptance ... like my father (born in 1917) used to say about homosexuality: it's just about love, what's the fuss? For the love of YOU ...