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Make me a manEvery night when I go to bed,
with the same painful thought inside my head.
I wish and wish it over again,
Please make me like those normal men.
Why do I have this birth defect?
I ask a god that isn't here,
Because I can't ask anyone else,
There is too much that I fear.
I stare down at mounds upon my chest,
And feel the empty space,
I never was not once a girl,
It's boyhood that I chase.
But when I'm brave and tell someone,
Of my future plan,
I won't be a girl, or even a boy,
I will be a man.
Transgender poemThere's a stranger in mirror looking back at me now
I see her face and she looks back at me now
I don't know who she is but it seems so right
I know shes me but shes lost inside
Only when i look in the mirror can i see her real face
Shes been lost and scared for too long
She wears a mask to hide from the world of hate
She will be called hateful words like "Fag" and "Freak"
She scrams she wants to be free
But shes scared of what she will see
She just want's to be like the other girls
With her little dress and a bow
Maybe one day she will be free
Tell then she will just look back at me in the mirror
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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