Y’all know I’m trans and queer,

And what that means for me all around,

Is something that’s neither there nor here,

It’s a happy, scary middle ground.

So when I talk gender inclusion,

And I wrote these rhymes to help you see,

I’m not tryna bring up something shallow,

Periods are honestly pretty traumatic for me.

See my life is very clearly marked,

Like a red border cut up a nation,

A time before and a time beyond,

The mark of my first menstruation.

So let me take you back,

To the details that I can still recall,

Of the day I gained my first period,

And the day that I lost it all.

I was 15 and still happy,

Running around, all chest bared and buck,

Climbing trees, digging holes,

And no one gave a single fuck.

I mean I think my ma was worried,

So I went and grew out my locks,

A sign I was normal, still a girl,

A painted neon sign for my gender box.

So, the day I got my period,

My god, a day so proud,

This little andro fucked up kid,

Had been bestowed the straight, cis shroud.