Yearly TRANSition.

Sat, 01/07/2017 - 21:53 -- Killian

I'm still me, but I'm not the same.

My hair is shorter, my spirit bolder.

     I say I'm still me and in a way it is true.

          But that doesnt mean,

               That it's the "me" that you knew.

You saw me as a woman,

     Or perhaps I was just a girl you knew.

What an awful mistake.

I was scared to tell you, but I soon found I had no choice.

     I'm happy now in a way you can't imagine.

          Comfortable and safe in my skin.

                I'm honestly glad I told you.

                Your dispointment will never win, but your love will get me through.

          I'm now me, but he'll never return to the "me" that you once knew.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
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