Who am I?
Mama told me when she first saw my eyes
She knew I was God’s gift from heaven
I grew up believing that I was a man
I played basketball because Mama
Seemed to smile her brightest
Since that man
Who Mama often says was my father
Had never stepped foot in the house before
I soon got bored of such typical tendencies
One day I peeked through Mama’s door
A lady who never seemed to smile
Now wore a white dress from the day
She vowed to never be with another man
I waited for her to leave the room
To leave her dresses that seemed to
Guard everything in her femininity
I walked into her castle
Careful not to be caught
I saw Mama’s pink dress
And I looked into the mirror
I saw a woman standing ahead of me
Her beauty captivates my mind
I reached in for a kiss
My eyes shut as I await
For this precious moment to last
But I open my eyes
To see my sharp jawline
My swelling muscles
And the face I never wanted
Masculinity I cannot cover
Identity I cannot change
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