on my door is a dress
a blinding green and animals galloping in gold
once i would've gladly worn it but
now it doesn't fit
it's a disappearing dress
with it is my health
my happiness
my pronouns, even --
it's far too feminine for me --
i was okay with she
but when i stepped in the dress
everything didn't fit
i would've once twirled in it
collapse, giggling, on the floor
and even though it's freeing
everything is constrained
[ 4.6.21 ]
YOU ARE READING
» 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 « 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Poetry❝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫?❞ • a collection of poetry •
