([*My Poems*])

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I am a boy.

I am a boy, not a tomboy, nor a pick me 'girl', or a phase.
I am just a boy laying on the shallow grass that covers my oh so long hair that sways past my nose and into the air.

I am a boy.

I am a boy because the air which I breath gets stuck in my back and can't escape unless I'm at ease on the sunflower field.
The sunflower field that gives warm frostbite to anything that lives, and anything that dies.

I am a boy.

I am a boy because not only do I say so but the warm liquid that streams in my body stops when it hears them speak.
The people who accept me for only being a girl and nothing else although they know.
They know the red bruise on my elbow and the now short hair that used to be oh so long.

I am a boy.

-Transboys