“Are you a girl or a boy?”
I stared at this little boy
His face so curious like the little girl weeks ago
“Im.. a girl”
Why did i hesitate?
So much going through my mind
“No youre a boy!”
He seemed excited now
“Its ’cause of my hair, huh? It looks the same as a boy?”
His gaze didnt waver
So many questions i could see racing behind those eyes
If only he knew all the questions behind mine
“Baylee is a girl, Roman. Not a boy. Sometimes girls have short hair and sometimes boys have long hair…”
I dont know if the teacher continued after that
I felt lost in space
Everything fast around me slowed into a blur..
Distracted the rest of the day, i longed to have someone to talk to
Seeing the same teacher severals times i wanted to say
“Its not the first time. Iv been asked before.”
Wanting and longing to start a conversation in hope that someone would care to listen and try and understand what my mind cant grasp
Not with them
This is work. I have to be my job here. There isnt room for conversations like those… but how do i respond?
So many children growing up in a complex world
How do we respond?