bigender
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I won’t tell you that i am trapped in a body that isn’t mine
that i was born in the wrong body
because whether i have a chest or a dick
this body is mine
this body is mine and always will be mine
it’s not easy to explain, or maybe it’s easy
But i just don’t know the right words
or maybe i have the right words
Dried rust covers the walls turned iron,
covered in hydraulic spurts of super glued wounds,
When I was a little girl I was scaredto tell the world that the other little girldown the road had a crush on me.Because I was worried that cruel peoplewould mock her or through stonesas she passed by,
