"How can a story be told when there are no words to tell it?"

"Mma Baruti, Mma Baruti!"

no, no, no!

my mind rebelled against the gendered title

i am not a woman,

so why do they call me Mma?

i cannot lie to them

i must tell them

"Please call me Rra Baruti"

they stare, disgusted

they sneer, and laugh

"Who are you, to pretend to be a man?

You are a woman, but we will humor you"

"Rra Baruti, Rra Baruti!"

no, no, no!

my mind rebelled against the gendered title

i am not a man,

so why do they call me Rra?

i cannot lie to them

i must tell them

"Please just call me Baruti"

they laugh, knowingly

"You are not a man

and you will never be

But you cannot just be Baruti

You must be Mma Baruti"

"Mma Baruti, Mma Baruti!"

NO, NO, NO!

i cannot live like this

why must i chose

between one bigoted option and another?

can't they see:

i am neither a woman nor a man

why will my language not reflect that?

why must my culture's stereotypes

dictate my life?

i am my own person-

am i not?

but seeing the way they laugh, and stare, and sneer

my country has no place for me

and it does not want me

all my life,

i have loved my country

and its people, my family.

but now,

they hate me,

and do not want me in their life

what can i do?

goodbye my country, my family, my life

for if no one cares for me,

why should i stay?

my story untold,

i will vanish,

and then you may live your life in peace,

without me threatening you.

goodbye.