my poem:

She wasn’t afraid to be beautiful

And beautiful she was

Tarnished by self doubt

That you can blame her family for

Touched too early

Awoken too soon

She found her power

Now it’s her turn to take the throne

She’s cold

Oh so cold

Searching for home wherever she goes

She don’t buy and she don’t stay long enough to rent

You can catch her hugging street cones

Waiting by stop signs

Exploring her body

Sexuality isn’t a sin

Then why would he up there, give it to me

So c’mon have a taste

My tobacco scent

And your poisonous touch

We can’t make babies

For that I’m ashamed of

Burdened soul

Is the fault her’s to own or was it bestowed out of her control?

Born a boy

I can’t hide my face

Her voice is low and tender

She doesn’t raise it

She sleeps with the doors unlocked

When she gets bored

She’ll unblock your number

And give you a 3am call

“Boys don’t like me, men do!” she giggles

Low self esteem, so she’s easy

Expensive taste, so she’s picky

She’ll rather ⭐️-ve than be loved alone

Dream your biggest dream, but don’t expect to achieve it

You can be happy too, you just gotta buy it boo

I’m that girl, the one withering gray

A pretty black rose

You can’t dle, if you never lived… #transgender, #mtf, #trans