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POEM: Horatio

Horatio

When folks call me “sir”
I say I’m non-binary.
Not to be a jerk,
but to point out that
there are more things
in heaven and earth etc.
I often feel like an impostor gay,
probably because it took so long
to remember my true nature.
I feel even less qualified to be trans,
as if I’m wearing another’s uniform.
I poke the polite balloon
with my little pin of protest.
I dream of a new philosophy;
of a day when I am enough.

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27 April 2026
Charlottesville VA

Day 27 of National Poetry Month

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2026 Poetry

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