To/Rn

What do you do when you are torn in half?

Two parts of your identity that seems at odds

All your life you hear from one is the other is wicked

So you hide away that side, you pretend, you act

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you are

But when the cracks form, when the dam bursts open

For the first time in forever you feel … free and true

You find yourself, you accept yourself and begin again

Then you learn the unthinkable, this side of you also spurns

So much history between them fuels rage and mistrust, even hate

You are at war in yourself, you see the wrongs the hate in both

But each side has loud voices saying to distrust and run from them

One will say you are being brainwashed, it can't lead to anything but pain

Yet the other will turn to you, and say the very same things about the other

They cannot see you, not one or another, not torn in the middle, but whole

Both trans and christian, not things mutually exclusive, proudly both

Proudly you