If you loved me, you wouldn’t use that word
If you loved me, I think I would feel it more
If you loved me, you would have heard
If you loved me, I wouldn’t run for the door
Every
time you start that rhetoric again.
If you loved me, you’d compliment all parts of me
If you loved me, I think I’d be able to just be
But I
am missing whole parts of myself and then,
If you loved me…
You think you do, you think you’ve accepted
Everything that I’ve become, every smile I smile.
But you’ve been left out, your lives projected
On what mine has blossomed to over the miles.
If you loved me, you’d do more than say it. I would feel it.
The
jokes, the votes, the slurs,
The
smiles when I put on makeup
“You’re
progressing” and “It was just a phase”
But can’t you see?
This is me.
If you loved-
If you just loved the person I really am, not just “That
daughter I bore and have responsibility to.”
I am not your daughter.
I am
Shane.
I am genderqueer.
I am pansexual.
I am polyamorous.
I am happy.
I want to love you, but you love only parts of me.
I cannot hold on to societal imprinting much longer, so
If you love me, love all of me or none of me.
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