Being trans is not easy
Being a closeted trans is even harder
Each day is like waking up in a heavy fog.
Wrong pronouns,
Wrong name,
Wrong body,
Wrong soul.
Who am I?
Shouldn't you know?
Each class sends a sting through my body.
Wrong pronouns,
Wrong name,
Wrong body,
Wrong soul.
I know who I am
You, too, should know.
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Author:
Vanz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2018 00:53
- Category: Unclassified
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