For Casey: He's Just a Boy

“You were born a girl! Your biology says you are!” A science teacher. He pulls on his shirt, hiding the binder across his chest. “You’re such a freak. Why would you do that to yourself?” A bully. He stops, reaching for his once long locks of ebony hair. “Hey, Julie!” A former friend. ItisnotmynameItisnotmynameItisnotmyname “***.” Someone he doesn’t even know. Tears prick his eyes, but he turns, and leaves. “This is who I am. I’m a boy. I’m a boy.” “No you are not!” A father, red-faced and screaming. “Listen to your father! Does God not make us perfectly? You were born a girl, and you are a girl!” A mother, mind reeling. “I am your son. I love you both. I know this is confusing for you. Please, just listen.Let me explain.” “I am done playing these games! Get in the car now. We’re taking you back to the clinic.” “Dad, I’m not crazy. Just listen to me! I’ve been this way for so long. I’m transgender. I’ve always felt like a boy. I am a boy. Why can’t you-” “Shut up and get in the car Julie!” “No! My name is not Julie! My name is Evan!” Suddenly the world is red and black. Fire spreads into his jaw. “Honey, leave it alone. He’s just a boy.” His mother’s voice finally brings a smile to his face.