Ode to the boy who wanted to play football with the neighborhood kids
To the times he wanted to be himself
And all the times he was told he couldn't
An ode to the awkward reunions he attended
And to his long lashes he despised
to all the clothes he wanted to wear
And all the words he needed to hear
Ode to His short hair
to his journey to becoming himself
To all the dresses he'll never again wear
And to the suits he loves so much
Ode to all the boys he loved and
All boys he wished he could have been
Ode to everyone who told him he wasn't enough
And to everyone who reminded him he was
This is an ode to the boy who was himself
Despite everything that held him back
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Abstract Feelings
RandomWatch as I attempt to put my complex feelings into words. Contains poems, letters, and other random snip-it's of my mind's commentary.
