I wish I weren’t trans

Baby blue, pink, and white. 

I wish I could fit in a box. 

I wish I could shower safely at the gym. 

I wish there were a changing room for me at the rec center.

I wish I could compete fairly, as myself, as an athlete.

I wish I could travel safely. 

I wish my body weren’t considered of public domain.

I wish my birth certificate could reflect the birth of my true self.

And if I die tomorrow, I hope nobody finds me, lest a false identity be forced on me, engraved, forever.