Gender Identity In Perilous Times

Who makes the decision as a person stand  
Once life exits the birth canal are you now considered woman or a man  
 
Pink or Blue  
We extend our congratulations as we waited for this handsome bundle anew  
However, what happens when one’s not sure after coming of age  
The mentality of your gender, a person just cannot gage  
Parents dealing with alter egos and the backlash of identity rage  
Marbles and trains become dolls and dresses  
Counselors out of pocket expenses to determine undetected sexes  
But mama, I feel that way everyday  
I should have aborted you, your gender related issues keep getting in this family’s religious ways  
Yet, I still continue to pray  
You would wake up and do as a boy should play  
 
Is it wrong Is it their right  
When feelings to connect with the same sex becomes their day of light  
Daily legal fights within the realm of society labeled misguided mental flights  
Dealing and accepting their personal plights  
No one in our family has ever met this fate  
Wait, allow me to get this straight  
You want to what! Change your sex with hormone pills  
Oh my God, please help this family, are you for real  
My family, my friends, my church, what would they think  
You have shunned this family long enough, you were in the blue, now all you see is pink  
 
People, we must learn to love all  
Each person’s destiny is always God’s call  
Laws to protect  
For the silent seeking genders, you may never have met, being a nurse, not yet  
Universal love  
Showered from above  
Do I personally judge  
I am a person, who do not like to form opinions, or keep a daily grudge  
It’s a moral decision of who they think they are, who they desire to be  
I respect you all, just do not hinder the natural woman in me  
If you feel I stepped on your toes, as my words are set free  
Or my voice  
Your lifestyle, as you must respect other people’s verbal disbelief of choice  
 
However, may your inner decision give you peace, therefore, may the masses learn to forgive  
For the ones who refuse to understand, do not condemn their attitudes for the way, you live  
I will say, there’s enough room for us all  
Just do not beat one’s unacceptable head against a wall  
The mind during conception  
A misguided chromosome rejection  
People will tell you it’s not in the DNA  
How could you be born and flip your gender the opposite way  
 
Should society shun those who have hid their presence behind a closed door  
If God makes no mistakes, then what are we complaining for  
Discrimination to settle a mental score  
Knocking a person’s feelings for their gender related issues to the floor  
No one knows what goes on inside the mind of a person who is born one way, yet acts another  
It doesn’t make their journey any less easy, that seed still came from the womb of a mother  
 
Feelings felt in his or her mind  
To want to change from God’s initial design  
Do you think there is a Heavenly clause  
For the seeds created, planted and delivered with a hidden pause  
A twisted existence no one wants to applause  
Your journey is your own  
Let’s just all support, and leave well enough alone  
God tempers the land as he sits on his throne  
If anyone, he should be the one to pick a bone  
Every melody prayed up to his ears is their life’s song  
Sex same marriages  
Surrogates paid for same sex baby carriages  
The same two and two as they love  
Demonstrations, begging to change laws, which was B.C ordained from above  
 
God has to be cordial some may say  
A man shall leave his father and mother and cling unto his wife as noted, it’s the Bible’s way  
I remain silent, I suppose love is blind  
As a nurse, it’s my creed to always give peace over troubled waters to a confused mind  
Maybe the wrong word to use  
To them, no internal confuse  
Gay pride parades are their mental muse  
I can only imagine, society such as this  
Only want arms to embrace, lips to kiss  
This world has moved so fast to place this issue on my Nurse’s poem wish list  
 
To discuss  
In as much  
But hey, this existence effects some, not all  
I would be hypocritical with words if I did not place someone else’s silent issues for a surgical procedure such as this magnitude on roll call  
For a world so vast  
Don’t worry about anyone else’s breath, breathe as if it’s, your last  
I hope I did justice for all who reads to admit, hey, that could be me, or a friend to some form of degree  
For the eyes of acceptance, I’m sure they only want to be  
Rather you are lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender as seen in your eyes  
I have long ago resigned my, what! get out of here! or my whys  
I am trying to maintain my own earthy existence of spreading love and a future home in the sky