The first 19 years,
I was a sister, niece and daughter.
But I am a nephew, son, and brother.
Friend, do you hear me?
Are you one of the few
people that sincerely understand?
Or do you fear me, and brand me queer?
Look into my eyes and realize that
we breathe from the same atmosphere.
If I have to, I can withstand it, but
please, for the love of love, expand your mind.
Take a stand or lend a hand and comprehend
That I am still a friend, teammate, and runner.
a science nerd, academic, forever a learner, someday a teacher.
a hiker, rock climber, an if-it’s-physical-I’ll-do-it-er.
That I can dream to be a instructor and performer
but I’ll never be a conformer.
That I worry too much and make mistakes,
(just like any other human my age)
But I’d rather do without thinking
than think without doing.
That I am realistic, an individualist.
yes, I know honesty is a catalyst.
And no, I don’t need you, too, as my antagonist.
I’ll admit I didn’t commit to
extirpate the ironclad gender boundary
just for the hell of it
or because of a blase Sunday afternoon.
I am not just an eleven letter word
at the end of a four letter acronym.
It is part of me, but not the entirety.
and I guarantee someday you’ll see that
I am more.