Mr. Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell

Ebbing and flowing,  
The knowing and the unknowing  
Of the universe.  
Thoughts going forward and reverse,  
Within space, and the lack thereof,  
The meaning of which, we are never to know of.  

Life, an intricate web of feelings and experiences,  
That go through analysis, and circumstances,  
Constantly changing, or being rehashed, studied.  
Always learning more, but never all, no matter how far into them we read.  
 
Living on shifting sands,  
Of the world, by others, or by our own hands,  
The world shifting, progressing, forward,  
Facing truths, sometimes too close for comfort,  
 
Truths that can superficially hurt us, and those around us,  
If, we let them get to us.  
Truths, not just about the world around us,  
But also about us as humans.  
It can hurt, when an individual breaks with the common constructions,  
 
But if something this superficial, hurts them,  
If something that will most likely, never affect them, hurts them,  
Maybe it's not the individual...but them.  
The sands of time have been flowing,  
It's time to live the life I'm supposed to be living.  
 
Oh, when I tell them, they'll probably stand and stare,  
And when they don't see, they may point, but I don't even care!  
I'm happy, and loving the skin I'm in!  
All those other boys having Tea parties,  
To have what they need, liberties.  
 
I don't want or need Tea,  
To be me.  
To be free.  
We all do what we need, to be who we need to be.  
 
To another level, I take "dude"  
I would appreciate if you don't be rude,  
And try to accept, even if you don't understand,  
Although, I know you will, even if this is sudden, and unplanned.  
 
I won't come out to everyone, as some just wouldn't understand at all,  
But I know how open-minded my closest family and friends are an' all,  
And as I've been experimenting with finding the right lables for myself,  
And have been hinting, this should be no, or little supprise when I come into my true self.  
 
I must say, that although I have no semblance of male,  
I may be, just as well.  
I am a man,  
Just the way I am.  
 
The only change, I would ever undergo,  
Would be, eventually, to have both parts down there, to help echo  
The gender and presentation I deserve,  
A gender non-conforming man, who has the nerve  
 
To dress eighty five percent of the time,  
A woman, eight percent of the time,  
As a man with a feminine hairdo and/or jewelry,  
And about two percent of the time, a full, long-haired man, nothing too fancy.  
 
I am your son,  
I am your brother, little one.  
I know it may be hard to understand,  
It may be hard to use the opposite pronouns offhand,  
 
Especially after almost twenty three years,  
And when I don't change my name, or cut my hair, And so, it still appears  
To the world, I am feminine,  
But that doesn't make me any less of a man within.  
 
I am he.  
I am him.  
I am his.  
I am himself.  
 
I am sir.  
I am male.  
I am man.  
I am boy.  
 
I am brother.  
I am son.  
I may one day be uncle.  
I may one day be father.  
 
I am guy.  
I am bro.  
I am bruh.  
I really am, dude!  
 
I am Mr. Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell.