Do not wag your finger at me and say 
“you can’t just choose to be a woman”.
This is not a fantasy or some idle whim.
I was born knowing, that I was not 
the boy that everyone said I was.
Do you really think we choose this?

 

When did you choose to be lesbian?
Tell me it wasn’t simply who you are.
Tell me it isn’t an integral part of you,
that you could have taken another path.
That, even now, you could change.
Prove to me that it isn’t immutable.

 

All queers know we only have one choice:
to live our lives honestly and openly
or to hide behind pretense and falsehoods.
All queers  know that the closet kills,
that darkness shrivels the heart and soul,
and that it is far better to walk in the light.

 

But unlike other queers, we must go begging
hat in hand, hoping we can pass
the gatekeeper’s tests, until the doctors
are done and we — like any other queer —
are free to live our lives in the sun
and leave the darkness behind.