I am mutually exclusive
A basic example that is always used
Not a boy, then a girl
There's no inbetween
You can see how I got confused
At 8, I cut my hair
Lopped it off from waist to jaw
Upon seeing this, my mum only recalled
Her own past of being mistook for a boy
At 9, I stopped wearing skirts
Not because they weren't to my favour
I loved the long fabric as it fell on my legs
I just disliked that it made me a 'her'.
At 12, I started to bleed
And I wept because there is no place
No space in the middle of me
Now a girl, now a woman, a teen.
At 13, I tested the water
That was always too shallow for me
The binary is a small pair of shorts
That never quite reached my knees.
At 14, I changed my appearance
Cut my hair, bought boys clothes, started to bind
Not 'cause I hated my body-
Because I hated what it defined
It is now I struggle to break
The spoon-fed rules of what to be
I took it all in, the insults, abuse
I tried just to be me.
And I am mutually exclusive
Stuck in the middle, not 'a' or 'b'
I am what they call 'they'
And that's perfectly OK
I'll continue to choose option 'c'.