The messages you send are so conflicting, Mum

You won't use my pronouns

But you asked me if I would be more comfortable

If you got me a wetsuit

Instead of a girl's bathing suit

I asked you a few days ago

Or I tried to, rather—

What I said was

"Why... I don't understand."

You told me you want me to be comfortable

That you know how it feels to hate your body

I wish I could make you understand

That I don't hate my body

I hate how you see it

And if I knew you could see me

As me, non-binary and all

It wouldn't matter so much how I look

But you won't, because for some reason

That's the one comfort you're unwilling to give