new(t) song

Good morning folks: this is a song for other people. My own fOlks have hidden their qualms under their loving support, which allows me to write stuff like this.

None of this is directed at you, mOm and pOp. You are the bestest, and if you aren’t or weren’t, strangers on the internet are not going to hear it from me.

I’m just me

Why won’t you live up to your potential
why can’t your report cards be the best
parents pour anxiety torrential
when your outcomes don’t match your IQ test

If they think that you’re a genius (genius genius)
they take it personally (you have no idea)
when all those brains (which you inherited from them)
don’t hit the jackpot financially (you should have majored in something else)

Pause for heavy sigh

Some parents think their kids
to obedience are bred
Do what you’re told, don’t shut down when we scold
don’t you think that you’re too old
for this, whatever this is (looks around the room in perplexity)
It isn’t real life and it’s mostly in your head

Pause for heavy sigh

Why won’t you toe that gender binary line
Why are you judging us we only want what’s best
We never had this stuff in ’59
and look at us we turned out fine
is this….
some kind of sick millennial test

If you say one word to complain about people born after 1982 I will end you and come back for your books.

We admit that there are people who need help because they’re sick
this gender nonsense will not stick
it’s just a phase
Statistics and research
and a banker box of trans and enby merch
don’t mean much to us
for what we want is praise

Why are your friends
all more important than we are
We raised you from nothing
and you have taken this too far

Your diet is too fussy
and your hair is always mussy
– nothing about you meets the norm
You say you don’t want kids
well that’s not something that we did
and now we’ll drone our one word song

The child speaks

Your concern
I can’t distinguish it from hate
though it will never be too late
for respectful conversation
Your concern
comes from a place of bigotry
Hey I’m just me
and I’m not here for your placation

Hey bio dad
It hurts me that you’re slow to understand
Hey bio mom
My strangely human ways
were not what you had planned
But family
ends up being where you find it
And I’ll find love where they don’t mind it
If I’m just me





later: discussed this with a transman – he wants to set the tune to music…..

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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