My Disguise
You all see me as a
girl.
Sorry,
but it is just an
illusion.
I am a guy,
A guy with a
mask.
A mask like
what little kids
wear on Halloween.
I do not like
dresses,
heels,
pink,
glitter,
or she.
I am a he.
Yes, I am coming out,
I am trans.
Not a girl,
not a lady,
not a woman,
not a she.
I am a
boy,
guy,
male,
man,
dude.
I am he.
And he is me.
I take off my disguise
and put on a binder.
You finally see me as I truly am.
A guy.
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