At What Point Am I Cis…?
Asking for a friend.
The more steps I take in my transition
The more I wonder what the point of
Being trans, and the label
I was a her now I’m a him and
I let the right one in. Ain’t no house of jack—
Just a nice dude who calls you back
At what point
Do I get to be cis—
When I knock someone up?
When I stand to piss?
When I rape, when I murder…?!?
When I win a sports contest?!?
What about the guys who never do
Any of those things? What about Aileen?!
Why am I trans and he’s
Born the way he is. Who’s to say
I wasn’t born to be trans who’s to say
I wasn’t born the way I was categorized
Who’s to say
My body doesn’t align with my gender identity
So I’m cis
Even if the definition doesn’t fit
I feel that way
The same exact classification by which
Y’all diagnose trans identity
Is what’s telling me I’m now
Cis and have absolutely
Nothing in common
With the handful of years I spent
Searching for myself in a sea of her belongings.
I think it’s time we allow
Cis people into the party
Because I feel cis
Every which way
I am aligned with all ways in which
I can be perceived and I am made
Impenetrable by my vulnerabilities