I'm Trans
(a poem about the struggles of being trans)
I'm trans.
Well, a sad excuse for a trans person.
I have a short hair cut, but most people call me a lesbian.
I don't wear a chest binder, though.
I own about 2, but they hurt me and make me uncomfortable.
I'm trans.
I hate my chest.
I want to rip it off.
There's a lot of feminine parts of me I hate.
I've learned to love my feminine thighs, though.
I'm trans.
I'm confident that I'm trans.
I tell people, hoping that they'll be supportive.
Some people support me and call me the right name and pronouns.
Some people bully me, though.
I'm trans.
I need to learn to be quieter about it.
Trans people are being killed all over the world because of their identity.
I might tell the wrong person and it'll get me killed.
I don't want to die.
I'm trans.
I want people to see me as a boy, not a girl.
I know some don't mean it, but they'll slip up and call me the wrong name or pronouns.
It scares me.
I'm scared that people will never see me as a boy.
I'm trans.
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