I want it gone, I want it perished,
I want the angst, the horror vanished.
I want the body I despise
Up to the hollow sky to rise
And slowly, in an idle move
All its flaws to be removed.
I want to be the one I feel,
Support MY body on MY heel.
I wanna hear my own, real name,
Dispel the nausea and the shame...
My identity shall be mine
The thrill of joy to fill my spine.
The weak tremble in these palms
Should be the power in my arms.
The sight these eyes detain in them
Should thrill my lashes' every stem.
The touch burning up the skin
Should veil my body all in tin.
The sounds this mouth disperse in air
The thunder of my voice in prayer.
And if I can not be myself,
Then I shall put my heart in shelf
And let you all have fun destroy
What I yarned to be a boy.
❀ヅ♫❀ヅ♫❀ヅ♫❀ヅ♫❀ヅ♫❀
It seems like I really enjoy writing poems
