When you look at me
You may see a girl,
But when I look inside
That’s not what I see.
When I say I’m nonbinary
Or neither or agender,
It’s not a radical new idea,
It’s me being the truest me.

You ask me why
I need to put a label in who I am,
“Can you not just be you?”
Of course I can
But you, as a cisgendet person
Have a privilege.
Society respects you,
Be you woman or man.

The label of nonbinary
Allows me to celebrate,
To be proud
Of every single part of me.
The pronouns and who I am
May confuse or even anger you,
But hear me when I say,
I’ll never stop celebrating
My neither identity.