Tom And Boy

There was once a person, assigned women for gender at birth, her/she were her pronouns, she had no say in it but later on, she just got comfortable. She never really had many questions about herself, she wasn’t really much curious about her physical body, about the world she was very curious though. She would ask many questions, some of which were answered others ignored, but you can’t really explain everything to a kid now, can you? She became a little older, a little wiser, she had more questions than ever some were answered, some ignored. Stop asking so many questions, go study you’ll learn things. She went to school met a person, different than herself in sorts, she didn’t really care about the differences until they were pointed out by others. Everyone said the person she met was a tom girl, meaning a girl who acts like a boy, she didn’t really understand why the other person was a tomboy and she herself was a girl, so she copied her style and now everyone called her a tomboy too. No difference to be felt, it was just what they said. She met another person who would cry all the time, hit other children and then cry some more screaming I am a boy, the other children would scream and tease and point and scream some more and them him he is a girl. She went to the boy and ask him why does he cry, she is a girl but everyone calls her a tomboy. He said it's not the same for boys, she wanted to ask why but he started to cry, she didn’t know what to do or say so she just stood beside him and let him cry. He cried for quite some time till he ran out of tears, then got his bottle out and drank some water, he smiled at her and said thank you, again she didn’t know what to do or say so she just looked at him as he walked away.