F
The letter placed on my birth certificate indicating that I was born with a vagina.
There once was a girl
Who held her head high
A couple walks together
Holding hands and smiling.
My thighs expand the length of continents
But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains
I am colorful.
Like a palette of sephora eye shadows.
(this poem was presented at the 2014 EKU Alphabet center pride pageant )
