Death of A Little Girl

A little girl died this year.

But this is not a story of sadness,

Of rage,

Or despair.

Do not mourn her,

For she yelled and

Screamed, and

Fought like the devil.

This little girl had a secret.

No, she was not

Drinking, or smoking,

Or “Living Large”.

On the contrary.

For this little girl, when she

Went, went like a phoenix, and,

In a burst of fire and light,

Became a boy,  

And he is finally at peace.

This poem is about: 
Me

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