My experience transitioning has essentially forced me
To become obsessed with genetics.
Before I transitioned– genetics, well,
I thought they were cool.
I think they are everything.
“Cool” is a limited perspective.
Genetics are why my beard is red and my eyes are green.
Genetics are why my shoulder hair
Keeps on growing
So, so long
Why are you trying to climb up over this ass
With rope braided out of my shoulder hair?
Oh right– because it’s there.
Availability and circumstance, married. Anyway–
Genetics are fucking everything!
Genetics are why I look like
My dad’s son even though I used to be
His daughter. Genetics are why
I still have my favorite aunt
Who passed away 40 years too soon’s smile
Genetics are why my mom’s family
Laughs until they fart, and my dad’s family
Sits in complete, strict silence.
Genetics are everywhere, all around us
They’re why the grass is green every year
Instead of purple just for fun.
Genetics are why my ankles hurt
The exact same way as my mom’s, and why
My autos only yield about four ounces.
Genetics are why my girlfriend has anxiety.
Genetics are why some people can’t gain weight, and why
Others can’t lose it.
Genetics are fucking everything folks.
Genetics are how people are able to be transgender, and also
Why they can’t switch all the way.
Genetics are how intersex people are born.
Genetics are why sugar cane juice is sweet, and why
Maple syrup only comes from some trees.
Genetics are fucking amazing
If only people would appreciate the full spectrum of them
Instead of just hazing the starkest individuals like weeds,
Like nature’s bounty is some sort of
Dandelion in their yard they
Rip and spray and torture when they could just
Eat it, because it’s nourishing.
Much like all of life’s diversity.
Alas, invasive species are a real concern
When it comes to plants–
I guess what I’m after is–
I wish people appreciated life’s diversity for the
Vast spectrum that it is, instead of trying to
Police, reform, and confine it into something
Tidy, when it isn’t.
One Reply to “Genetics/Nourishing”
Love this post. Hope you keep writing more about your experience/transition. I love it when people say I look just like my dad. They never said that when I was the “other way.”