there was a gender wellness clinic
just the street up from my therapist
as she reminded me every so often
and i would drive down that road
on a wednesday at five thirty
the sun would burn my irises
behind the overcasting clouds
and tears would prick my eyes
as we drove past the churches
and the restaurants and
the countless strip malls
and the McDonald’s drive thru and
that stupid wellness clinic
that reminded me how
i would never be good enough
for myself or for them
{AUTHOR'S NOTE:} this poem is about gender dysphoria in and the lack of control or acceptance trans youth are given, especially from guardians who can control their abilities to medically transition. in addition, my personal experience is described. thank you!
