What I strived for at the start of my first breath.

Eating, crawling, walking, talking,

by myself.


I longed for the day

when I could be free.

I felt so trapped

in the home of my parents.

Unable to think I could be happy 

with their aid. 


The day came where I transitioned,

into my own custody.

I was in control

of myself.

Fending for my own entity

at school, home, and work.


The days pass while supporting myself

feels like an everyday struggle.

Finances, resources, bills,

all crush my soul with stress.


I realize how lucky

I had it.

To the point where I find myself

longing to be




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