after J Mase, III - Josephine, What the bible says about transfolk.
(the words of mother, father, and child)
1. i gave birth to him;
my bust fed him to strength.
and as he grew into himself
forming a person that we’d call his own,
i began to see his difference
and the manner in which his lips curved.
his dreams, they would begin like any other
but they would contain stories that our world wasn’t ready to hear.
i feared for his life
i would tell him;
to become less of himself,
to shrink, to fold himself over,
to fit the shape that many men before him had created.
i asked him;
to have a broom-stick sturdy manhood,
but he’d sweep all my words aside
and continued to be,
all that the others would shame.
2. see, jo was was the youngest,
and he came when i thought that my seed had
dried/shriveled/was of no use
he was the joy.
they would toss insults at his face
their jealous rage taking the better of them.
see, jo had dreams
he had dreams of being bigger than who he was
bigger than what we thought possible.
see, jo dreamt
11 stars/a sun/a moon
and him, there, dead centre.
his brothers did not understand
why he wanted to become
a thing they had not seen before.
see, jo was of solid mind
and conviction incomparable
and he lived his days
knowing of a freer tomorrow.
3. my family never understood me.
when your beloved care for you, and are in fear
they will beg of you to change your ways.
to make your eyes less wide,
to make your wrist less limp,
not to roll your tongue too vigorously.
i had always known
that my form was not the same as that i had been taught
that this body,
even though mine
did not fit who i was inside.
but when father gave me that dress
in all those brilliant colours
it gave me a wholeness that i had never imagined
that father did not understand who i was inside
but that dress,
'i love you,