Wrong Body, Wrong Soul

Vanz

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.

  • Author: Vanz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2018 00:53
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8


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