Passing Poem

August 16, 2019

 

 

gender is my weapon

I conceal, carry;

hold close but never

unholster

 

they call this 

a privilege;

to disappear into a crowd

I’m assumed

cisgender

and 

straight

to the untrained eye

 

which is to say

this 

is the 

default setting

 

they call this 

‘passing’

 

which is to say

someone else

has

 failed

 

which is to say

I am 

only

worthy

when 

I am 

invisible.

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