A poem I wrote about how some people treat me when I’m presenting as femme.
Trigger Warnings: Mentions Transphobia
Yes I’m wearing a skirt
No, it’s not a costume
Why do you think that’s your business?
Yeah I’m femme, fuck you
Yes I see you staring
Pointing, whispering, laughing, hating
You don’t hide your thoughts as well as you think
Yeah I’m femme, fuck you
Yes I have a cock
What gives you the right to ask?
You’re not entitled to know my body
Yeah I’m femme, fuck you
Yes I have a beard
And red lips, and purple nails
Don’t really care if you think that’s weird
Yeah I’m femme, fuck you
Yes I’m wearing a cute top
No that’s not an invitation
I have a right to boundaries
Yeah I’m femme, fuck you
Then I meet people who open their hearts
Who don’t care how I dress
Who see me as the person I am
Yeah I’m femme, fuck me? 😘
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