Acceptance

The story of a woman

I was born
That much I do know
They tell me I was a boy
Yes, from the moment that I could remember such things
I felt loved
For a time
Then came a different time
A time when I should know what it’s like to be a boy
What it feels like
Deep down
Like the roots of a giant redwood tree
I saw in a book once
But those feelings were as scarce
As a dinosaur
I saw in a book once
I saw girls in books too
I saw myself in those books
In those pictures
In those words, my mom read to me
I was a girl
But that, I kept to myself
Deep, deep down like the fish at the bottom of the ocean
I saw in a book once
And I felt sad, afraid and lonely

I grew
That much I know
But I was increasingly uncomfortable
I played with boys
It was fine I guess
No, not really
I began to know what misery was like
Like having to shoot your own dog
I saw that in a movie once
Why was my body the way it was?
And my sense of self the opposite?
I asked the question once
Maybe my mom would know
She said God made me a boy
And that is what I had to be
Anything else was evil and wrong
And hell sounded like a pretty bad place
Maybe God would know, but mom said
I didn’t dare make God mad, by asking
One day my mom told dad my question
That day, I did go to hell
It was a painful place
I closed the world out then
And I felt abandoned

I reached adulthood
That much I know
I ceased to have a father
And sometimes a mother
I did have some friends
We understood each other
We supported and loved each other
Like the message in a Hallmark Card
I read in a store once
But we needed to keep to ourselves
It seemed people just didn’t know me
I wasn’t just a stereotyped drag queen
To be treated like some freak sex object
I was a woman now
Forgive me, I was always a woman
Well, to me and my friends anyway
Not to the government or society
Or the smirky faced creeps
That one had to keep a watchful eye on
Like in some movies I had seen
Within our small group
I felt a kinship
But outside, in the big wonderful world
I was unacceptable as a human

I lived
That much I know
Yes, as the woman I always was
Some might say I had made it
But I knew better
Like the sleight of hand
I saw in a magic show once
Sure, I held down a job
Serving acceptable tacos to acceptable humans
Walking the same route everyday
To and from work
Occasionally catching the eye
Of a well-suited man
Probably undersexed at home
I made no eye contact with them
Nor did I find love
Though I would have liked that very much
Like you see on television
For I never became the object of affection
Only the object of sexual curiosity
Once in a great while
I almost entertained going there
But I always shut that down
I would wait to be loved

I was scared
That much I know
Who was this man in the alley?
I was just trying to go home
After a long night’s work
He obviously wanted to talk
He didn’t look familiar to me
He wasn’t ugly
Not on the outside anyway
But it was still there
An ugliness that lingered
Like the scorn and hatred
I had felt so often
Throughout my short life
He smiled and asked my name
And I told him
Backing slowly away and glancing
Glancing for anyone else
He must have sensed the scream coming
Because in an instant
He had my mouth covered
I was pushed against the wall
Looking down, I ever so briefly saw the blade
And I felt a stabbing pain

I was dizzy
That much I know
The man released his hold on me
As I slumped to the dirty pavement
I think he left me then
I am not really sure
I was focused on watching my blood
It was flowing out of me like a gentle stream
I had watched flow once on a trip
That I had taken with my parents
To visit his father
I would like to see my mom
And, yes, even my dad right now
I would forgive them
I still wondered why though
Why, people were so cruel?
Why sinful people thought it was wrong
For me to be me?
I never hurt a single soul in this life
Why did I never find love or true acceptance?
I remember once my mom said it was wrong to ask God
But I was prepared to ask God now, and directly
I was tired now, and as I closed my eyes
I felt love and acceptance

Yes, I had a lot of questions

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