A Square Peg, In A Round World

Some of the pressures, I face, as a transperson.

A world

Of black and white

Where everything fits

Into neat little boxes

Without any ambiguity

Like Boolean algebra.

Except

The reality

You and I live in

This type of logic

Never exists.

For nothing is

Neither pure white

Nor pure black.

Rather

A spectrum of grays

Blurring the line

Between black and white

In our world.

Just your refusal

In acknowledging

This possibility

Creates ambiguity

Between us.

Driving a wedge

Where none

Should be found.

And yet

One does.

As my frustration

Boils over

At your inflexibility

To adapt and accept

The world is changing

As we breathe.

What was right

For yesterday

Is wrong

For today.

Am I asking

Too much

From society

To accept me

As I am?

Someone

Who fits outside

Of the conventional boxes

Which everyone else

Stands in.

Author's Note

In the period, I have been transitioning from one gender, to another, I have been forced to justify my actions, to others, who refuse to accept that nothing is prefect. Which has added additional pressure to me, both physically and emotionally, as I adjust to my new reality, as a woman.

Originally, written 14, 2013.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

the world is changing as we breathe and so are we. Like it or not. Peace

[therisa]

Guess, the change isn't happening fast enough for me, Tammy. I have played it, by society's rules and it nearly killed me.

[Emily B]

the Indian who walked this land before us, knew and understood the transgender issue, two spirit peoples were respected and not reviled as in today's culture, but we think we are the civilized ones :)

[therisa]

In many ways, we call "primitive" societies, are more advance, then we are. A sad truth, which we refuse to admit to.