Skin

The cucoon of skin, reminding me daily of what I'm not.

Society tell me, spitting slurs into my face,

That I will never be a man.

My voice trembles.

I strain every cord in my body to pass,

Knowing that this will be the test I never.

When I was little girl, I used to think how lucky I was,

A family, 

A dog, 

I was living the American Dream.

Blinded by my insecruities and youth,

I could never see what was wrong until I became a woman.

Until i became a man.

My story is still unraveling, as I paste more and more paper unto myself.

I keep my head above the water, 

When I know I can't swim.

I do this for my mother,

She gave me hope and forgave me when I sinned.

Time will tell my future,

I have to ingnore the past,

The turning signals won't stop blinking, I just have to move fast.