Why do you look at me?
Why do you stare?
Is it my makeup? My clothes?
Or just my long hair?
Oh I see, you're noticing
The other me.
My deep voice
And my prominent apple
That bears Adam's name.
Not who I want to be.
But paying attention
And Categorizing me
As the social idea
Of the gender assigned to me.
Please,
When you look at me
Don't talk of my lack
Of masculinity
With words coated in disgust,
And shame.
When you look at me,
Se me as who I want to be.
Not in the vision of masculinity
Not in the standards of feminity
Because I am me
And me is who I want to be.
So when you look at me,
See me as me.
