The Closet
I am trapped
in this place.
It is dark,
dark as night.
I try to escape,
try to leave,
With a flag of pink, blue, and white,
but society pushes
me
right back in.
You are a disgrace.
They say.
You are a girl,
as you always have been.
You always will be.
Throw away that jersey,
don’t slouch.
Put on a dress
and be femme.
Be what you were born as.
You are not a boy.
You are a girl.
Be a girl.
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