Hey Poem by Kynthia Rosgeal

Do I make you nervous?
uncomfortable? Anxious? Am I
that powerful? My very
existance makes yours less?

Who am I? That you ascribe
such power to me? That I hurt
your fragile sense of self while
you mock me, hate me, fear me.

I do not wish to hurt you, mostly not
all the time but I am glad you are
not comfortable. As I am all the time.
You only have to be for a little while.

Daily your stares, questions, looks watching
my @#! *% while denouncing me for 'one of those'
you question your own sexuality while enjoying
my femininity and hating my masculinity.

I am your brother, sister, father, mother, lover
I am you, in another time, or place, along
a seperate reality there but for the grace
of God, go thou.

Go ahead and tremble, I do, every day.