A keresés eredménye

Julia or Julian

You say you're a bio woman? A word I don't really get
Do you think I'm made of plastic, like a robot from Star Trek?
Bio woman and trans? The things you imagine
Won't find you with the vegetables nor you me in a chem lab
As a cis person in this world, you don't need a coming out
You're considered normal, you don't get dirty looks
When you look for a flat or apply for a job
And correct your pronouns at work or with your family
You don't unsettle people when you tell them your new name
The fear and happiness of saying it, I don't think you fathom them
But I'm still not ladylike enough for my family
And it could take a while before they catch on to my name
You want me to explain, so you'll accept me
And maybe correct my pronouns in your language?
You explain your jacket and new shoes to me
These questions fuck me up, so why don't you leave me be
 
Is it Julia or Julian?
What do you mean, man and woman? I sense
There could be a world made of cream,
Icing and marzipan
Is it Julia or Julian?
Do you paint a unicorn on your flag?
Don't look at me like that, a world made of cream,
I believe it could be real
 
Thanks, I don't feel honoured when someone calls me 'he'
The world's like chocolate: all is fair on the market
Do pronouns hit you like a punch in the gut?
The feeling when I don't dare say a word
When I tell you who I am and you ask me for my real name
Because my facial hair is reminiscent of Karl Marx
No, I don't like swimming on a sunny day
When I can't even bear to think of the looks and that
Do they tell you your identity is sick as well?
Do they prohibit you from using toilets, too?
Would they chase you almost all the way to Italy?
How often do they ask about your genitals?
Do people see you wrong, your voice, your face?
Do you know the question, 'Do I pass or not?
Do I come across as masculine or feminine?'
You don't even know what passing is? I envy you
You better realise that those are privileges
Though you might take them for granted
But this is not a battle track to pick a fight
This is a trans woman who's tired of justifying herself
 
Cis people don't have to prove they're cis
In front of experts who know better than them
Or else your passport for example doesn't get corrected
I'll turn it around, so you can understand how I hate this shit
He asks you, 'Are you sure that's what you really want?
To live as the gender you should live as?
And how was your childhood, more football or doll?
And you've known this since you first learnt how to crawl?'
If you're lucky, he believed you and was listening
And he tells you, 'You're right, you have an identity disorder.'
Sealed and attested by jurisdiction
'Congratulations, you can keep your name now.'
But one assessment's not enough, you need another expert
You have to prove your identity to this one, too
But he says, 'You, a cissy? I don't think so.
A woman with short hair? Seems suspicious.'
This shit scares me, and I can't swallow this fear
Can't wash it out like grease spots
Can't lick dirt like strawberries
All I can do is fight because I know I'm not alone