Promise me that you won’t call me a man no matter what I look like.
Promise me that I don’t have to be “born this way” to matter.
Promise me that I don’t have to be beautiful to matter.
Promise me that I don’t have to be fabulous to matter.

Promise me that I don’t have to modify my body to matter
Promise me that I will matter if I don’t shave.
Promise me that I will matter if I don’t wear a dress.
Promise me that I will matter if I don’t wear makeup.
Promise me that I will matter if I don’t take hormones

Promise me that I don’t have to be like a white woman to matter
Promise me that I don’t have to be like a cis woman to matter
Promise me that I don’t have to be like a rich woman to matter
Promise me that I don’t have to be a woman to matter.

Promise me that you see the femme in my hairy body.
Promise that you see the femme in my brown body.
Promise that you see the femme in my messy, uncouth, dirty, scarred body.

Promise me that you understand that I wasn’t just assigned male at birth, I’m assigned male every day walking on the street.
Promise me that you understand that as a form of gender violence.

Promise me that you won’t love me like a man, kiss me like a man, fuck me like a man.
Promise me you won’t forget that when you’re horny.
Promise me you won’t forget that when you bring me home.
Promise me you won’t forget that when you are inside me
Promise me you won’t forget that when you are done with me

Promise me that they will not look back on my life and call this a phase.
Promise me that you believe me when I tell you this not a phase.
Promise me that I will matter when I am too tired to prove my gender to you.
Promise me that I will matter when I am too scared to prove my gender to you.

Promise me you will not bury me a man.
Promise me you will not bury me a man.

(Or don’t.
I’m used to it).


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