A friend told me he thought he was trans
Had a name for his new self, Rachel
I asked if he would tell his parents
He said no, that’s not something they could handle
At that point of my life
I was maybe 19, still optimistic
I honestly thought my mom wouldn’t mind
Being who you are is just living
Turns out I was wrong
Voting Trump should have shown that
The many things said by my mom
About those who’ve found themselves at last
I rarely talk about anything important
I don’t need to hear those comments
“You’re born as you are, that’s it
Gender isn’t something you can go fix”
How can you be so accepting some ways
But so rejecting in others?
I’m bisexual, by the way
To actually tell you, I’m afraid
Mom, I just don’t get you
Have you even thought it through?
Love the same gender, okay
Live the wrong gender, go away?
That friend didn’t ever transition
It was experimenting and learning
I wonder if he had told his parents
Would he have ended up hurting?
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