Content Warning: dysphoria transphobia
My flat chest My breaking voice My body hairs All that and more Made me stop skipping Like a little girl The blood from my nose My Scarlet Letter Socialized Never was a little girl Trapped Or little boy present Not so easy Never so binary Black & White with me My best closet Dress My eyes & my hair There. My dysphoria. My cross to bare. Living in closets. Too many doors to open. Even now, graying, hairline reseading Doors of dysphoria. Even a hidden pot plant in a closet Needs a light to live Male Female Or other An it A they A them, my name A girl needs heat A boy needs cold: That is how we are grown A was a flower Stepped on Grew broken I'm old. My leaves are brownish at my ends My sex still undetermined Even though my seeds walk this ground. My boys: Even though I refused to socialize them With blood, with names With violence With socialized. Chemistry: I have buds My outie is more innie Balance. My Xes and my Ys My me.
Long time bisexual activist