My humanity is sliced
when I’m misgendered.
There is a power, a system, that provides me with something
I accept doesn’t see my humanity.
I have to decide whether to only present or share
dissected parts of myself
in order to get the services, companionship,
job, and safe access to public spaces I need.
Hmm— Today shall I sever my Black Haitian part?
oh maybe the Trans Androgyne,
3 degrees deep Educated,
Middle Aged self?
Wear my natural hair tucked in or out?
There are a few places where the full
can present themselves; in myself
and therapist office.
I’m turning towards my binded chest
hairy armpits and legs –
nurture my spirit, aesthetic, intellect, and kindness –
so I can remain alive.
© 2017 Fey