I never asked permission

But sometimes I was told no

I never asked permission

But sometimes I couldn’t go

I never asked permission

Most times I couldn’t go all day

I never asked permission

I often found another way

I never asked permission

And I still won’t

It’s my life

And you don’t

Get to tell me how to live it

Not then; not now; not ever

You’re only looking at my shell

and not my heart and soul

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Tonight, I’m thinking of the young boy I used to be, all the young trans people I know, and the many that I don’t, who will likely face extra harassment after today. Stay strong, little sisters, brothers, and others. It does, and will, get better.

 

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