Mother will never see me as a man
Society might tip its glasses
Colonge is to be ridiculed
For reason of queer antithesis
I chase the sunsets, sweaty and grimey
Like walking inside a locker room for the
Very first time.
I haven't touched the water
It smells like green sewage
It touches the stomach like nausea
I would rather rot with perpetual morning breath
Than sleep as a clean young lady.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
