The Breath of a Boy
I'm sorry
it's the simple curse of existence
"It's not polite for little girls to sit like that,
you're a respectable lady now aren't you?
It's a woman's job, you'll have to get used to it."
I'm sorry
I won't be a perfect provider
I can't feel my lungs
"Look at her go!
She's going to go far in life- just wait."
Just wait till I tell you I'm queer
But even when I did
I knew I still wasn't being
honest.
I'm sorry but it hurts to breathe
I got a tattoo to remind me
i can't run
or hide
it's on my sleeve for all to see
There's air all around me,
sometimes,
i forget how to breathe
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