Tell Me: Uncertainty in transition — a queer poem

I shall be, free from doubt.

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Tell me who I am.
I think I know,
but sometimes, well,
I’m not sure.

Some say, I’m a sinner.
they admonish me with,
Hellfire and brimstone.
But isn’t he the God of love?

Many years fighting,
to make her go away.
I prayed and prayed,
to be free of her.

Tell me why,
please,
but it’s too late,
because she became me.

Please tell me,
that she did not sin,
that she is good,
that I am good.

She hurts sometimes.
maybe she misses him,
but he is only a piece of her,
a cause for uncertainty.

So, tell me once again,
how can I be wrong?
when the deed is done,
and I shall be, free from doubt.

Patsy Starke, 3/28/2025