There's No Gender

I wonder

Who am I?

A body trapped in different soul

Or a soul mismatching the body.

I ponder

Who is at war?

Me with myself

Or the world is picking fights with me.

I am amused.

Who made me slave?

My dilemmas

or society.

I think hard. 

What am I scared of?

Rejection

Or the journey ahead?

I then realized,

I was afraid of myself,

Because society made me believe that being what I was, was a curse,

Being me was a shame.

Gender identities got them respect on paper in reality,

The reality was that we were considered inhuman, 

Proud I am

I am transgender.

No different, nor any wonder

Yes, I am a transgender...