being transgender
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Hello and hi is a start I guess
And either way you know the rest
That I’m a boy
But you said no
And that hurts too much
It breaks my heart
I was told once
That hope was a thing with feathers.
So's Mine.
Great black plumes he has.
Wings that blot out the sun.
A beak curved like a sabre.
Talons meant for tearing.
My liver my heart.
