I remember deciding I was awesome, and that
was all that mattered.
I remember thinking others were bossy,
Crying because I was called the same.
I remember being better than my classmates, finishing first,
grading their papers, reading stories more interesting than them.
I remember Brandon telling people not to be in a group with me.
“She'll make you do work.”
I remember adults telling me I was special.
“You’ll go one to great things” “I’ll vote for you when you run for President”
I remember never questioning what I am.
I remember being ahead of my class, and I remember the first time
I fell behind. I remember becoming average.
Ginny finished first, Nathan got a higher grade, Ethan understood the work better.
What am I?
I remember my parents still being proud.
But anything not number one, wasn’t good enough for me.
I remember crying because I wasn’t the smartest. What am I?
I remember adults telling me I was normal.
“We are all normal” “You’re not a genius, you’re not gifted”
I remember being confused. What am I?
I remember becoming an adult.
Thinking about what I am. Who I'm not.
I remember not feeling any different. But feeling completely new.
Working on presenting myself as he.
Recalling what I decided I was so long ago, I realized
I remember still being awesome.