They ask my name.
I tell them what I would’ve said
A while ago
Not a few months ago
Or even a year
2017
I regret it
That name
It hurts to hear
Most of the time
Time passes
I tell them differently
Their reactions are
Confused
They say I’m too young
They say you should
Be proud of “That Name”.
And...I am.
But.
The figures hidden inside.
The Boy.
The Agender.
The Demis.
The bigender.
They’re whispering
To me
And i agree
Sometimes
That I can’t put up with
This name given to me
As much as me and you value
This name
I don’t know
How much longer
The figures can put up with this
Because they’re not
Just figures
They are me
Not in a way you expect
Some people can’t handle that
Some people can
Then I find people
That feel the same
We get it
We don’t want to go through this anymore
So we form
A bond
Because who we are
Can connect us
By experience and emotions
In this case
Identity
I am not always your “daughter”
Not always a “She”
I am not that all the time
Once in a while
Maybe
But not now
Finding my true self
My true name
I have yet to find
My name
But I think
I’m getting there
Day by day
It comes to me
At least I know
That I’m not who I used to be
Why?
Because.
I now know people that now
Call me by my name.
-Rem
I tell them what I would’ve said
A while ago
Not a few months ago
Or even a year
2017
I regret it
That name
It hurts to hear
Most of the time
Time passes
I tell them differently
Their reactions are
Confused
They say I’m too young
They say you should
Be proud of “That Name”.
And...I am.
But.
The figures hidden inside.
The Boy.
The Agender.
The Demis.
The bigender.
They’re whispering
To me
And i agree
Sometimes
That I can’t put up with
This name given to me
As much as me and you value
This name
I don’t know
How much longer
The figures can put up with this
Because they’re not
Just figures
They are me
Not in a way you expect
Some people can’t handle that
Some people can
Then I find people
That feel the same
We get it
We don’t want to go through this anymore
So we form
A bond
Because who we are
Can connect us
By experience and emotions
In this case
Identity
I am not always your “daughter”
Not always a “She”
I am not that all the time
Once in a while
Maybe
But not now
Finding my true self
My true name
I have yet to find
My name
But I think
I’m getting there
Day by day
It comes to me
At least I know
That I’m not who I used to be
Why?
Because.
I now know people that now
Call me by my name.
-Rem