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Dear Deadname,   You are a gorgeous young woman. You will do many great things. You have a beautiful smile, And a gorgeous face.  
I long for the feeling of being myself Will this ever stop? Thoughts are racing, Slowly but surely I’m becoming more and more of myself, And each step I take,
i am someone who knows what it's like to feel that burning in the back of your throat when you hear someone you know say those god damned words: "i don't agree with it" "not around my children"
Riches of the Poor (Please give feedback if possible. Don't be too harsh, I'm merely getting started.)    My proclivity for you    Began in
Her eyes sparkled when she smiled                                                                                                                                    Her laugh reminds me of a child                                                   
Her eyes shine like stars Her laugh sounds like guitars Her smile makes me stutter Her voice makes my stomach flutter  
Dear Mom and Dad,   Let go of the daughter you thought you had Let go of the idea that a vagina defines my gender Let go of what those doctors told you  
gone too soon,                                                                                                                                                                                                                        green girl with t
To be clear I am queer. Not yet safe, Not yet free. When I see people stand for their rights, It inspires me to fight. Fight for a better future for everyone in need.
Homophobia, Why does it exist? For us it's like getting knocked in the teeth with a fist, Over and over as the pain attempts to kill My demons are building, like an overflowing landfill
I don’t know what my mother thinks of me I’ve came out so many times She says it’s a phase It’s a phase It’s a phase
my hands and feet could touch either sides of the walls now so i bent my knees and elbows i twisted and turned on the cold floor body struggling to find a comfortable spot face hidden by the shadows
Here upon this old woven chair She sits in the land of the inbetween Perched under a wooden sign post The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs   There at the very tip toe top  
So I'm sitting in my bunk right?  I'm writing down my thoughts,  just looking around my room lit by the faint moonlight.   I'm paranoid. I scan my room chest feeling tight with a slight edge of anxiety,
“Hi I’m Gisselle! What’s your name?” “I’m izzy!” “I think you’re really pretty can I have your number?”   The first interaction with the girl of my dreams. You saw me through the sea of rainbow flags, 
Silence;              was a man i once ‘loved’ he said he lived in the bath that perhaps                if i held my head                                      below water 
Snip, snip. Hair falls to the ground. Tsssss. Another of my curls flattened. I finally lock eyes with my mirror-self. Is this worth it? I look down at my lap.
Pride week is here, love Happy pride to all the pretty humans Be you and only you  
Normality what a waste All these years I’ve spent in this race All the tears that have crossed my face   Think of this as my final escape That one last jump into faith
It's not a style and it's not a phase. They've known for a long time but have yet to live and let be.
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