I should like to be someone else,
Not for shape, nor for size,
But for something else.
Not the thinnest waist,
Not the prettiest face,
Not the best makeup skill,
Nor the kindest manners to kill;
But for the one thing I desire,
To become a 'sire' not a 'miss',
To become a man,
And finally - finally - feel a slight bliss.
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Broken, Burnt, & Blooming
PoesieSome people want to be saved Some people don't, Some people can be saved Some people can't. {A poetry book of anything that comes to mind. Including: Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Gender dysphoria, LGBTQ+ themes, Love, Toxic...
