Content Warning: transphobia
My life is a series of microaggressions
Every time someone says,
“Are you a transgender?”
or “Have you had The Surgery?”
or “You’re so cute for a trans guy”
or “What’s your real name?”
or “So, you still have a girl’s body, right?”
or “She- oh sorry, he”
or “What’s in your pants?”
or “Are you a boy or a girl?”
Every time a server at a restaurant says,
when talking to my table.
Every time someone calls me
on the phone because they only hear my voice.
Every time I get a weird look in the men’s restroom.
Every time someone at the doctor’s office calls the wrong name.
Every time I feel someone’s eyes dissecting my appearance to identify my gender.
Every time someone takes my ID and looks at me as if they solved the puzzle after seeing the gender marker.
Every time I look in the mirror and can only think to myself,
“you look like a girl.”
My ribs ache and my back breaks carrying each of these moments,
threatening to crush me under the weight of who I am desperate not to be
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you just stayed a girl?”
Maybe for you
Abstract: “Microaggressions” is a spoken word poem about the author’s experience as a transgender person and the frequent, exhausting microaggressions they’ve had to endure. It is performed by the author himself with Natalie Brandt as the second person.