“What Are You Going To Do Next?”

I got born

I got confused

The anger became profuse

I asked “what gives?”

Logic and reasoning insisted

Transitioning was a path I could choose

Alas ever since I started

The chorus of

“What are you going to do next?”

Rings shrill in my ears

Here I thought this was the place

I would be accepted as I came

Without the expectation to change

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