A Me

There’s a me
Who never worried about
Being judged for having tits

There’s a me
Who never got called gay
By fifth grade little shits

There’s a me
Who never grappled with
Feeling wrong as a “girl”

There’s a me
Who never worried about
Being accepted by the world

There’s a me
Who talks openly about
Being trans with neighbors

There’s a me
Who was never put through
Prejudice by religious haters

There’s a me
Who never thought about
Fleeing my own country

There’s a me
Who never worried that
My body would make someone dump me

There’s a me
Who had no anxiety when
Getting pulled over in a car

There’s a me
Who never took hormones
And probably didn’t make it this far

There’s a me
Who never accepted that
My gender identity was real

There’s a me
Who could have resorted
To being prejudiced with zeal

There are many mes
That could exist
Given different situations

But I’m proud of
The me who exists now
For pursuing transformation