Not the life for me

We had to write a poem in English about a realization. And I made a coming out poem.

When I was little, around three or four I was like most little girls

At least to some extent.

I liked princesses and dresses and things of that sort, I had no choice but to.

My mother dressed me in a blue, or green, or pink smocked dress with embroidery along the front and were well made.

Though whence I was old enough, all of that changed. I quickly became uncomfortable with that life early on, no later then 5 or 6 did I realize I was unlike my peers. Though I had no name for it.

I resented the dresses and Disney princesses who I'd once admired so. Cast away the bows and skirts.

Not the life for me.

I changed, adapted, transformed even. Swapping skirts for pants, flats for sneakers, and femininity for androgyny.

Then in forth grade in an attempt to fit in, I switched back briefly. Though it didn't work and I quickly scrapped the idea. Within a year I was back to myself.

Not the life for me.

All through middle school until 7th grade I stated that way, without a place, without a name. I dreaded health class, the place scared me for life. I had no interest in anyone, though I didn't know why. Then one day, that one faithful day the teacher mentioned three terms-

Asexual. Aromantic. Agender.

I quickly went home and did my research, then came to the conclusion the titles past mentioned.

Though as much I wanted to shout it to the world, I can't at the time, but mark my words, one day I will.

Little by little I will.

Over the summer changed quite a lot, took hold of the reins and rocked the boat a bit.

Within the month of August I'd cut my hair three times over, the small golden locks piled on the floor. I dressed more neutral, with slightly boyish cloths.

I am a They, not a She or a He.

I am three A’s.

That's the life for me.

What do you think?

Until next time,

Max