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They call me she, they call me her, they call me a name which i do not prefer.
They call me a girl, they call me "young lady" when in truth that is pure insanity.
What would you think if you had a son not a daughter, what would you think, if i told that i dont want to be called by my given name you so cherish.
Would you be ok if you daugther was just a lie i lived.
He is hiding in her skin
Always trying to keep his head above the tide
Living inside her phantom form
The dysphoria a tidal wave washing over his head
Like red hot lava gushing out of a volcano ready to erupt
Growth
Getting bigger
Growing up
Getting smarter
These don't always go hand in hand
I am a boy
No, I'm not one of those boy toys
I am a boy
My father once said to me
"You'll meet a nice man someday"
I am that man
Yes, I may have been mistaken at birth
But I know who I am
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."
Call me Elliot
That's my name
Unusual, yes but all the same
A rebel cry against the gods
My future present, despite all odds
Call me Elliot
Take my hand
A crashing wave against the sand
PredestinationThank you “Predestination” For being the beginning of my trans presentation.Going through each slide Is a wonder itself. It’s like taking a ride With Elf on the Shelf. Jane to John and many more,Except my st
Hush!
See that glowing of the river-nymph, skin
lit with the sun’s admiration? Trust the slow
glide of the wind’s tresses to lead her back
to home. She dances with a flame that sears
Dear Sherice,
I know that you cry,
When you see the kids ride their bikes,
But they tell you that you can’t join them.
I know that you want to die.
dear dad,
you look at me
when i am a woman,
pretty pink dress
clung like a leech
sucking content
from my skin.
Dear Courtney,I can’t slam anymore without thinking of you,And everytime I touch a copy of the book you wrote, I get chills and I hear a familiar voice in my he
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am your son
Maybe not physically, but mentally
Your love is twisted
Your ideas of me are but dreams
I will never be the daughter you want
Before somebody asks, yes, I’m biologically a girl.
To many, especially any average Joe on the street, I am seen as a guy
Which is awesome, since I identify as one, but,
Help me!
I trapped inside someone whom I’ll never be.
The phrases thrown at me feel like a dagger in the back.
Being hurt by those closest to me.
I know they don’t mean it.
I almost don't want to voice my opinion, because I like staying in the back of the mix, but it's hard to do. Straight from the mind, the mouth, of a transgendered person, this is honesty.
Mother
I have killed your daughter
But it was a gentle murder
Throat slit quickly, quietly
So that she would suffer no more.
There once was a little girl
Whom they’d hidden from the world
Oh, pardon me,
My mistake,
This little boy’s name was James
“Jane,” they’d call her,
I won’t tell you that i am trapped in a body that isn’t mine
that i was born in the wrong body
because whether i have a chest or a dick
this body is mine
this body is mine and always will be mine
When I say I promise I mean it
It's not something I say a lot
When I vowed unformally to be yours
It wasn't because I wanted to tell you what you wanted to hear
It's because I truly meant it
