If I could name how I feel,
How I felt out of place
And discontent with my body,
How I wanted to escape manhood
And become a woman,
How I wanted to stop
Being afraid of femininity,
Maybe I would say that I am trans.
I would open up a wealth of meaning
By dedicating myself to a word.
But being trans
Is not monolithic.
Instead we name how we feel
From our head to our toes
From our soul to our brain
By naming ourselves.
Elle means sun ray
In Greek.
I think that I always knew I was
A beam of light
In this dimly lit world.
I knew that what was asked of me
Was not going to be answered.
So I opened my mouth
And responded
With light.
Uttering over and over
To name this rebellious feeling
Elle.
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Such a beautiful ode to your name!