I don’t want to be me
To wake up with a head fuzzier than the blankets beneath me
To force remorseful eyes to resist a grimace in the mirror.
I want to be you
With your boyish smile and tussled hair.
You bear your teeth with a devilish grin.
Curls cascading into your eyes but you still stare.
I wonder what’s sharper
Your eyes or canines?
Yours abrasive with ridicule
Mine blunt with aureate.
You pick me apart with your gaze
Enunciating my insecurities with the flick of your tongue
And yet I wish to be you.
To stride with your confidence
Command with your voice
To look down on someone for once
As if I were meant to.
I want to be you
And every other guy too.
My name is Tehyah, I am 17 and a trans man. I wrote this because I’ve noticed a lack in trans poetry and an increase in censorship. I write about how I feel in an attempt to find others who may feel the same way. I want someone to read my work and feel seen; to know they’re not alone.