SadderPoet64

What It Is Like To Be Transgender

The person you see, is a shell,
Covering my whole body.
The name you say,
Is not one I recognize anymore.
The pronouns you use,
Do not refer to me at all.

I am not going through a phase,
I am going through a wall,
I am breaking out.
I am trying to force this mask away;
To emerge as my true self.
I am trying to show you,
There is more to me than a shell.

Instead,

I'm a hidden gem,
Buried in the underground,
Hidden behind rock walls.
Break them,
Break the shell that in cases me,
Find me...because I'm done finding myself.

Comments4

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

    • SadderPoet64

      Thanks, Tony

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • OUTBACK

        ONESELF* IS NEVER DONE* WITH FINDING - DISCOVERING ONESELF* ! ONESELF* - BEING* - WHAT* IT SO IS* - AS* = ( LIFE ITSELF )* = A MYSTERY* - IRONY* - MAJESTY* - MISERY* & ECSTASY* !

      • OUTBACK

        ALWAYS* the NEVER - ENDING* ADVENTURE* of ( ONESELF )* !

      • LittleGift

        Brilliant piece of writing



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