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I'm a girl,
that's for sure.
But will other people see me as one?
Will I pass as a girl?
Or will I be seen as a guy in girl's clothes?
Will the psychologist see the girl inside of me?
Will I ever be me?
Will I be discriminated?
Will I find a job?
Will I be killed?
Will my friends be harmed because of me?
How will my parents react?
How will I look like?
I will never be a normal girl!
Will the surgery be okay?
I will never bear a child!
Will the hormones work?
I want to give up!
Will I be accepted?
Will I die before I can be me?
Will my wide shoulders spoil my appearance?
What's about this ugly face?
Will there ever be a girl looking back from the mirror?
Will there be the right girl for me?
Will I be okay?
My daily thoughts
that's for sure.
But will other people see me as one?
Will I pass as a girl?
Or will I be seen as a guy in girl's clothes?
Will the psychologist see the girl inside of me?
Will I ever be me?
Will I be discriminated?
Will I find a job?
Will I be killed?
Will my friends be harmed because of me?
How will my parents react?
How will I look like?
I will never be a normal girl!
Will the surgery be okay?
I will never bear a child!
Will the hormones work?
I want to give up!
Will I be accepted?
Will I die before I can be me?
Will my wide shoulders spoil my appearance?
What's about this ugly face?
Will there ever be a girl looking back from the mirror?
Will there be the right girl for me?
Will I be okay?
My daily thoughts
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I Love You
There are three simple words
That have the power to leave me
Shaking.
Those words can produce beauty,
Deception, war, or more.
They can overturn cars
Slice open wrists
Saw through secrets.
The can shatter hearts, like
Crystal vases thrown against walls.
And yet,
They lead you to dream of a smiling future
Rich with technicolor.
They tear off clothes and explore
Every curve
Every inch of skin
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Nothing
You stretched, half clad in the sheets of our bed, and an involuntary gasp left your lips in a soft, gentle breath.
I watched in silent torment as I fought to tear my gaze away from the tantalizing shape of your body, pulling me in, lulling me to come closer. And as you opened sleepy eyes, staring into the eighth hour of my thoughtful company, your lips tugged into a drowsy smile.
"I'm tired." you said. Lazy words went with lazy fingers, fluttering over the bedspread in search for mine.
A smirk appeared on my face when I felt the soft collision of your fingers into my palm. "I can tell." I said.
We were whispering because everyone else wa
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Words Hurt
I get my pleasure in life by making people feel awkward.
I'm different, thus I attract stares, and who am I to deny this attention and use it for my own sakes? I've always been stared at, since day one of my life. Partially because I'm loud, and partially because I'm out. I've never been the type to hide myself. When I came out as gay, I was loud and proud. It wasn't something to hide, nor something to be ashamed of. It was me, and that's who I am.
I've figured out that these facts that are a part of me are always going to attract attention, so I might as well get used to it, and flaunt them.
Granted, this massive ego of mine did take hits
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that are indeed the questions I ask myself all the time, causing me a lot of headaches...
Not quite finished yet, may add something later on
that are indeed the questions I ask myself all the time, causing me a lot of headaches...
Not quite finished yet, may add something later on
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i featured this poem in my journal. [link]