ftm. transgender
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Knees to chest, heavy breathing fills the stallTears dried, his imprinted cheek stings.The air feels thicker breathing in through a compressed chest, but it slowly starts feeling natural.
To the person I was, the person I am, and the person I someday hope to be.
To the person I carved out of my skin
Out of my head to give it more room
And when I gaze upon it: its beautifulLovely curvesSmall breastsDelicate waistRound faceOne secret: It kills every part of my authenticity Makes me feeldistant from myselfdirty that it belongs to mewrong to want any differentTwo secrets: It defeat
Dresses, skirts, and tights:
They hurt me but they make you smile.
I don't know how to tell you that I don't like 'girly things' but your smile is worth almost any pain.
Bring on the dresses, tights, and skirts.
Is it wrong to wanna be something im not
To desire a change of appearance
Because im not happy with what i got
Is it wrong to wanna be something im not
To become depressed by my reflection
Who am I?
What am I?
I have questioned myself since I could talk
I was given this identity from the day I was able to walk
My father calls me daddies little girl
rushing golden waters
fill my skin and change it to something new,
but it is what i have longed for all my life.
losing daughters
could just mean gaining sons who shine with the light of a thousand stars.
Inside her body is a person thriving to come out,
Just a person?
No, a boy.
Assigned the opposite symbol on his birth certificate,
They got him in the wrong.
Nicholas
I am proud, but I am self conscious
I am flamboyant, but I am anxious
Uncle of Davion and D’Andre, two unknowing souls
Lover of arts, nature, and free spirited ones
