Positive

That’s what the test says—

Two lines.

Two paths.

My fingers tremble as I set it on the sink.

What have I done?

I can’t even take care of myself—

How can I take care of it?

I’m barely grown.

This isn’t fair.

This isn’t fair.

But it is.

Because one thing broke—

And this broken world can’t fix it.

I could try to get rid of it.

But is it worth the shame

From the world watching?

No.

I’m keeping it.

I have to.

I’ll wait for it to grow—

To grow with it.

To watch the change

From it to he or she.

Because with that positive test

Must come positive, certain decisions.

So I’m positive.

She’s going to be mine.