Pronouns were once given

Originally at birth,

Then with ultrasounds,

Noted by colors:

            Pink or blue.

“It’s a boy!” It’s a girl!

Excitement created by

Obvious identification

Is now, I discovered,

            Deemed presumptuous.

Fact is replaced by feeling.

Children once told

            Now get to tell.

Gender reveal parties

Are selfish.

Parents irrelevant.

            Pronoun police rule.

Students are expected,

Sometimes required to ask:

            “What pronoun would you

            Like me to use?”

He/she/they/them?

Variations are multiplying —

            More every minute.

Inside where identity is formed.

Subjectivity is personified —

            “Don’t tell me, I’ll tell you!”

DNA, science, visual evidence,

Egg or sperm producer —

All nonsense.

Doesn’t mean a thing.

Only what a person feels like,

            Or identifies with —

“I’m a boy!” I’m a girl!

“I’m neither!”  “I’m both!”

“I’m fluid!” “I’m layers!”

“I’m anything! I’m nothing!”

What fun, don’t you think?

As for me,

No one asked me

But that’s okay,

So be it, I’m all for it,

            I’ll play along.

In fact, I can’t wait —

The truth is for me . . .

            (Drum roll)

Refer to me, please,

            As It!

Yes, I found my pronoun —

My proud pronoun.

            It transcends sex

            It is beyond gender,

Appearance, or apparatus.

            It is all

Minerals, molecules, and such,

Neurons and synapses —

Mixed with blood and guts.

Trans-humanity!

Upside-down reality!

            In the end

So final and finally me

Pursuing life so happily,

Settled so materialistically.

Thank you, pronoun police!

Without you I would never know

How It could be —

            Gleefully,

                        Living all for me.

                                    I’M IT!