Diary of a Trans Girl: December 2022

12/1/22

I feel like a tree that's been uprooted
Now searching for a new home.

I'm afraid I'll land in occupied space,
stealing nutrients from the life around me.

My leaves are not in season
I provide no shade.

My flowers have not blossomed.
I am nothing to look at.

My branches are uneven.
They can carry no weight.

My trunk is too thin.
The wind will snap me.

I just want an isolated space
with heavy rainfall.

Maybe, in time,
a forest will surround me.
Then, I can live in harmony.

But, right now,
I'd rather be ripped apart
and made into a home
than try to make one of my own.