Do not listen to the words that ooze from administrative lips,
Watch them as they pool into the concrete and slip away into a grate of normality.
Wash them away with your glorious imagination
You cannot be summed up or symbolized by a handful of letters
and a Doctor's note
Do not bind yourself in a straight-jacket of gender roles
Let your leather jacket zip you tight in a ball gown
Your identity doesn't always have to be remedied or medicated
You cannot be defined by a dictionary or measured by
your parents' expectations
Do not listen to the fears that were trained into you so carefully,
smoothing your rough edges through customs and sly comments
Grow away from petty blades of grass
No advice can be summed up in a series of similes and metaphors
Make your own damn path.
You are more than you think you are.