Musings of a transgender kid
“Where did I go wrong?”, mourned my love, my mother.
“You are a mistake!”, yelled my dad.
Then why the preaching of loving one another,
Yet rife hate for the rainbow-clad?
I used to watch them love with deep ardour,
And dive into their gleeful eyes;
Then why for the aforesaid love and regard,
Now shall I pay a burly price?
They call us children of Satan;
A breach of the holy decree,
Deeming us worse than murderers and rapists,
Whom they embrace and let free!
Claiming to endorse us with pompous laws,
And bonhomie facades of peace,
Raped, tortured and flung away in reality,
To such bestiality, mustn’t we appease?
We are not monsters, we are not lunatics;
The Satan’s Harbingers, or the evil’s fanatics.
We love, we care, we bless them all,
Then why more than murderers, us, they appeal?
The very day that I concede myself,
I carry with myself, an identity of an outlaw;
Living in a society ready to pounce on me
To shred my being with an outstretched claw.
I must really be at fault,
for they hate me with such power!
Am I really so low,
To be sucked into this pitless bower?
I question myself every hour, every day,
Is it really the biggest sin to be gay?
And every night I cry myself to sleep,
Waiting for my own to disown me.
Assaulted physically, wretched mentally,
Hoping they’ll change before I flee
In the world, I can call my own,
Or back to the heavens,
Where the Almighty shone.
Until one day, when I realize
I am a warrior in disguise;
I am just another creation of God,
Neither a monster nor a sinner;
And I don’t need a law to applaud,
To make the sexual barriers thinner.