Why do I hate the name, the name you gave me, but not the name that belongs to me?
Why do I want to cut the hair, the hair you told me to keep long, but long was pretty, and pretty it wasn't the night I cut the hair no longer long no longer pretty
Why do I hate the body I was born in, the body you gave me, the body you said was beautiful.
Why do I hate the chest I was born with, the evidence of the body I was born in without a choice of my own, but the body you love
Why do I hate the child, the child you loved so dearly, the child that hated itself because of the love that you held for it. The child that had the wrong name and the wrong hair and the wrong body
And when I look in the mirror the face that stares back at me isn't my own, it's the face of a stranger, a stranger who shares the same name and body, the same body and name that I don't wish to keep but have no choice.
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Poems And Thoughts
PoesíaIn which holds venting my thoughts in the form of poems. Story cover isn't mine, the rights belong to whomever took the photo. However each poem in here is one of my own creation and all rights belong to me
