E Kerr
I Am Neither Your Daughter, nor Son
When you try to find this
and I know you will try to
find this:
Mother tells me I am delayed
whenever I act
out but I was not taught how to express
“socially appropriate” emotions. And she hates that I dress like the son she didn’t want;
I was born an orchid but needed to become
the vines I wrapped my throat in to choke back the words
I wish I spat out instead of pretending to be
delicate for her. I wilted my skin to try to
find peace in that red honey because blood is the only
thing we all have in common—it doesn’t know “boy”
“girl” or anything in between,
like family, love, all the lies— she tells me I am hers
to bleed “forever.”
E Kerr (they/he) studies English and occupational therapy at The University of Scranton. Their poetry focuses on how the literary arts can be used to explore and represent identity. Kerr, a transmasculine poet, lives and writes in Scranton, Pennsylvania.