Look into the shattered mirror
See the broken images of who I am meant to be
See the girl
With the clouded brown eyes
That hold black holes
filled with solar flares
See the boy
With the bright brown eyes
That hold galaxies
And dreams
With her dirty brown hair
Hidden in her hood
Often hiding the feelings
That seem to overflow
With his short brown hair
That rests proudly upon his head
Showing the smile on his face
That never seems to break
Breasts hidden
By three sports bras,
Two tank tops,
And a hoodie to hide the straps
Flat chested
Wearing short sleeves
And a tight fitting shirt
No hoodie in sight
A voice cracked,
High Pitched,
And awkward,
But flamboyant
A manly voice
With no cracks,
Confident,
And loud
Referred to always by
The female pronouns
She sucks...
Her fault...
Referred to by the obvious
Male pronouns
He's nice...
His work...
Embarrassed by the truth
Of what she is
Confused, and conflicted
Her identity hurts
Proud of the truth
of who he is
Accepted himself
His identity is him
Why are these images so different?
What's the truth?
What am I really?
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Poetry of a Mockingbird (An LGBTQ+ Poetry Collection)
PoetryWatty's 2019 Poetry Winner An LGBTQ+ Poetry Collection, about the good, the bad, and the sad of coming out, dating, and existing as a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community. ...
