Identity

every time i'm misgendered
a little part of me dies inside
rarely said with any intent
being truly me
is sadly not the me
that others hear, or see
it's nobodies fault
last night, as i tried to sleep,
my eyes remained dry, i did not weep
but i knew deep inside
my loneliness i try to hide
but i still put on a happy face
as i rejoin the human race
and maybe, one day
will love me for being the woman i am
 time for sleep 🦋

by Jemia