I’m called Cat.
I still am, but I’m different now.
My brother’s called Matt,
He’s complete, the same.
I was first into the world by just one minute,
And then, he came.
It’s wrong, so very wrong.
This was not how it was meant to be.
I’m in the wrong body you see,
This body is a facade
This. Is. Not. The real me.
I jell my short hair,
And I wear men’s clothes.
In checked shirts I dress with care.
I know you wonder, boy or girl?
I see your looks, I feel your stare.
Do you know what?
I. Just. Don’t. Care.
I am an artist, an illustrator,
I can be who I want to be,
I am talented, a creator.
So stare and have your fill,
You won’t understand me but know this,
Being in the wrong body is a bitter pill!
So, I’m going for the big op.
I have to jump through hoops,
But in the end this confusion will stop.
Eventually I’ll be all muscles, or possibly slender.
I’ll have body hair, grow a beard,
And I’ll embrace my real true gender.
- by Chrissie Jukes (mum)