words pressed into the skin like a dagger.
a steady blade at the neck of those who aren't just like you. pale rough "manly" skin wrinkled with intolerance.
"are you a she, he, it?" it.
it is a pronoun that decapitates the minority in a swift blow, leaving a gasp for air and then nothing.
some can rise from the ashes akin to a phoenix to say "I AM WHO I AM."
but there is no such strength in i.
i lie headless, guillotined by the ignorance and hatred of others who are not indisputably just like them.
i want to mutter "i am a man, even if i don't match your definition. i am who i am." but i am far too weak.