Testicles.
My girlfriend and I have been fighting
Because we both want kids
And neither one of us has enough money–
Also I don’t actually have any fucking
Working testicles and every time I think about it
My life gets more and more meaningless.
I often wonder if it was worth being transgender
Considering I’ll never be able to have kids
The way I wanted. Alas, I am being selfish
Not only can I adopt, but
I am not the only person in the world
That struggles with this, plenty of
Cisgender people have fertility problems– It’s just that
I’m not one of them. I am perfectly fertile–
Just not in the way that I wanted.
For whatever reason, this makes me
Depressed. I try saying to myself
“You have to accept the things
You cannot change. You are more than just
Your body, you are more than just
Material things” and yet
All that I see around me are material things
That ascribe value to me and my life, goals
Contributions, accomplishments that make
Things matter, more or less. Having kids
Is arguably the most meaningful experience
Life has to offer, and I can’t experience it
The way I wanted. I feel spoiled and
Entitled and all I want is to be able to
Spray semen into people I don’t think
It’s too much to ask, considering
How fucking lame everybody else’s penis is–
Why can’t I have a lame penis, again?
Oh right– I was born a woman, I’m both
Not allowed to complain about it and also
Not allowed to say I was born
“In the wrong body”
Without offending some random trans person
I’ve never met, and never will meet.
Remind me again why I spend
Any fucking time
On the stupid fucking internet.
Oh right– I could just be a
Pregnant trans man– that’ll really help
All the people in my life see me differently
And respect my masculinity!! At this point
I’m starting to worry that
Nothing will ever help with that, considering
I don’t have any balls, and I can’t do the semen thing
So I myself will never be convinced of my own transitioning–
I’ve had to stare myself in the mirror lately and dissect
Why it is that I find myself loathing and hating
Gay men so much, and the only thing I can think of
Is that if I was born with a penis and working testicles
With the semen spraying capabilities
I would have a large family, and support everyone
As much as I could. I would be a rock to lean on
For everyone in the neighborhood. I would be the sort of guy
People say is too generous, and people take advantage of
The way I am now, just born
Less angry, less resentful, less confused
And much less frustrated
With my testicles– or at least,
I assume.