Maybe One Day

I was too "weird"

I took pride in it

But made sure not to reveal,

That I knew I was gross

My whole life was a joke

And I was not the “ideal”.

But I grew up

Some things had changed

So I came out to my friends,

But kept carefully hid

Buried deep down inside

"I'll never remove that lid."

I never marched

I chose to watch

The pride parade from afar,

But after the math

I looked at the trash

“We still haven’t come that far.”

One day I looked

Into the mirror

And saw that my soul stared back.

I cried the whole day

Put it away and

I drank to forget all that.

If they found out,

My life as is

could be in grave jeopardy.

Do I live out loud

March in the parade

And hope the haters don’t see?

Then years went by.

I spoke my truth,

And I had my surgery.

Now I wake happy,

And run to the mirror,

To look at my new body.

I love it when

I'm touched or hugged

My body and I agree.

I take pictures now

And feel no shame,

And look in the mirror... "That's me!"

They say she cut,

scarred my body,

they don’t care she saved my life.

Strong opinions on

Strangers unknown that

They'll never meet in this life.

What is woman?

Who are the men?

I'll tell you, but here’s a twist,

I will live my life

The way I see fit,

It’s not a crime to exist.

Maybe one day

I’ll march in June,

but for now it seems like farce;

That for just one day,

we can walk and say,

“I'm proud and have come so far”.

Yay for parade

but I won’t march

until the day they remit;

for every day,

walking our own way,

While thinking they permit it.

So when “others”

Become brothers

And we all can start to see,

We are human and

Deserve equal rights

On that day, we will be free.