Your Identity Is Valid

On my death bed

I might not give much thought

to my pronouns,

or who got them wrong.

Who I am might not mean much then,

in the moment right before

I am about to be Everything.

But for now, I am so human,

and so easily soothed

by the sound of somebody

calling me home with a name

I can find myself in. For now

that porch light is a universe

where nothing that is tender

doubts I exist.

— Andrea Gibson (RIP 💔)