Pinch and poke
Body woke
Chemically new
No longer blue
Changes foresee
A manly glee
Memories a blur
To part with her
No visual trance
Second chance
A warm heart
Of a fresh start
I shed a tear
Reflection is clear
No chaos to storm
As I transform
The broken gene
Can not be seen
No joke to ploy
I am a boy
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CHAOS EXPOSED: My journey. To recover. My identity
PoetryThis book is a series of poems that describes the struggles of finding ones true identity while faced with obstacles involving the mind. A personal transition through a distorted reality. Gender, substance use, mental health.
