Every time someone asks me about my gender,

I get a stomach ache in my brain,

Palms sweat as a battle between truths and lies appear,

Do I risk getting hurt and abandoned or do I hide behind a plastered smile and an oversized sweater saying, girl 

 

All I hear is the broken record call “society” playing on repeat, “pink or blue” ”pink or blue” “pink or blue”

Sometimes it skips to a new track “You need to choose a side, stop trying to be different. You will never be different!” 

A new record came out of the closet today it’s called “Purple” and it plays songs like equality, pride, acceptance, and change. 

Let's get this album to number one.

So, everyone knows what acceptance feels like.

 

It's time to see gender as a spectrum of color,

Instead of black and white, two opposing sides like yin and yang.

What if I’m not pink or blue but I’m purple.

 

Stop telling me my gender isn’t real,

Stop telling me my gender isn’t real. 

Stop telling me my gender isn’t real!

I’m tired of hiding,

So I rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I’m not.

Every time I say  girl, It feels like an elephant sits on my chest. 

 

My pronouns are they.

Do I need to spell it out for you?

T- for the tears that I have cried every day.

H- for the hate, I have to deal with.

E- for the explaining, I have to do.

Y- for the yelling that I have to do to be heard.

 

Just because I don't fit society standers like a glove, 

Doesn't mean I am any less human than you, you or you. 

I just want to feel accepted. 

 

So, why do I have to prove my gender is real?