A Lunchbreak Poem
Don’t get confused
By perceived plurality
There’s just one of me
You see? I’m here, queer
And singularly singular.
I am ‘singular they’.
It’s an exception to the grammatical rule
A bit like the royal “we”
Except, unlike her majesty
I do not think I am better than you.
And though what you learned in school
Might tell you different, My “they”
Is no more than his “he” or her “she”.
And it should taste just as sweet on your tongue
And it’s not just a fad for the young
There are singular theys
With hair that is grey
Who’ve been what they are much longer than you’ve been you.
And yes, it does mean that you’ll say
“This IS Sez, and they ARE
Forcing me to change the way I look at gender, and grammar and societal lies
And I won’t deny that it’s hard for me to acclimatize.
But I think I’m going to be OK
Because there’s a lot worse things that can happen to you
Than having to use the singular they”.