Girl or boy?

fuckyeahqueerpoetry:

“Is that a girl or a boy?” I hear them whisper as they look at me.

I have long hair but is that all they see?

There other parts to be seen, not just dark hair that reaches my shoulders.

I may not know who I am,

But that does not mean you do.

I know I’m not a girl and that does not mean I’m a boy.

I am both and neither. 

He?

She?

No, I am me.

Here,

And queer.