I was a small boy,

Playing with his toy,

Yet deemed a confusion, a puzzle they said.

The love I embraced, they labelled it sin instead.

My truth, they claimed, mere lust on display,

Greed they accused, casting my love astray.

As a boy, they forced me into a mould,

Saying, "You need fixing, your essence is so impure and bold."

They defined gender,

They defined love,

But my story was absent.

They aimed their words at me,

Yet I couldn't witness two princes set free,

For I was pushed into an abyss, unseen,

My feelings suppressed, and my existence demeaned.

My emotions lay buried at the very core,

A spark ignited when struck by words harsh and sore.

They sneered and giggled, finding my being vile,

Yet their taunts, their laughs, I couldn't reconcile.

For I was just a small boy,

Playing with my toy.

Time passed, clocks ticked, unforgiving,

I buried that part of me, my true self, unforgiving.

Loathing his existence, his very presence,

Convinced it was the devil's persistence, his eternal coexistence.

But they tried again, labelling and defining,

Yet this time, it didn't work, my spirit started shining.

Emotions surged, growing fast and free,

Unable to be contained, breaking through the debris.

It felt like sitting within the eye of a hurricane,

A storm within, yet a rainbow came, untamed.

Unnoticed by my own eyes, hidden by my side,

I grasped the flag of self-acceptance with pride.

Reborn with self-love, I ventured on,

Crushed again, yet with every rebirth, I grew strong.

Amidst agony and scars, I wore a skirt,

Painted my nails, wore earrings, and unapologetically asserted.

To those who said, "You are a man," I replied,

"Yes, I am queer, and in this dress, my identity won't hide."

The stares remained, the reality didn't change,

Yet with time the storm inside me ceased, and my pride arranged.

For now, I embrace that boy,

Who found joy in playing with his toy.