It's more than names
It's more than pronouns
It's changes
Dirty looks in the hallways
Is there anything wrong with me?
Died skin and dirty hair
And I can't stand to take a shower
Spending most of my time picking out my imperfections
Those little feminine things
"I hate that you don't love yourself"
How do you love a body that isn't your own?
This chest isn't mine
It isn't littered with scars
These thighs aren't mine
They belong to a woman
I am a man
A boy
I think I am
Am I?
YOU ARE READING
thoughts in my feeble mind
Poetrymostly poetry that I write about how I feel about everything and anything
