God, She/Her

My god has she pronouns

Because I expect her to care —

But she doesn’t.

My god uses she pronouns

Because she has been called sir

Since all this madness started.

My god is a transgender woman

Who made me in her image

The way she wished she was born

And now I have to tell her

With the mouth she gave me

With the voice I crafted on my own

Outside of her rules, outside of her crafting room

I have to tell god each day that

She was wrong, and it feels great

Knowing she understands

How I’m feeling, so well

Not even she can deny I am

Just like her.