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How my family convinced me that I was a terrible person for being gay and agender.

Trouble

Here I stand at a party for my cousin Alone I wander through semi-familiar faces I greet several relatives as if we are friends

We all celebrate his sacrifice to join the military To protect against those who threaten us, Americans (everyone) To uphold the ideals of our nation (the conservative party) To preserve our (their) Christian lifestyle

To fight those looking for trouble (me)

The conversation shifts ever so slightly to gender politics I’m grateful; I know the topic well

“If a he/she dates a girl are they lesbians?” “A what?” “A he/she; sorry a it.” “Does it matter they should all be shot on sight”

I sit knowing I am the problem Knowing my nail polish is what needs to be erased

I leave knowing I am the problem Knowing my feminine stance is what needs to be fixed

I arrive home knowing I am the problem Knowing my ideals are what makes me the menace

I sit on my bed knowing I am the problem Knowing I should be shot on sight

I lay down on my bed knowing I am the problem Knowing I’m the one asking for trouble.

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