Poem: I Will Be Who I Will Be

I Will Be Who I Will Beby Trans Preacher You call Me HeAs if the whole of My beingCould be defined in one pronounAs if Eternity fit into a suitI am not your inventionI told MosesFrom a bush that refused to be consumed, I will be who I will beYet, you love the maskand hide from the face behind itYou worship the portraitsbut never see my winkYou do not know how it hurtsstretching across galaxiesweaving every chromosomeTo hear you insist I am only one thingI am the Morning and the StormThe color outside your spectrum Still you misgender MeLike you name your ships and my hurricanesUntil you know all of who I amYou will never knowHow deeply I loveAll of who you are Get full access to TransPreacher at transpreacher.substack.com/subscribe