❝ Giggles erupted past my mouth,
Lies slithered past your tongue.
Our relationship soon headed south
Then the truth sung.❞
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❝ 'Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I don't know myself anymore.'
said I, as I heard the final call,
there was no time to explore.
This body feels foreign,
as I still remember.
There is no cure to this poison,
'I wish I wasn't a trans member.'
This rancid reflection,
is not me.
Disgust seeps as a infection,
I wish I was free.
Once a red rose,
is now full of thorns.
I hope, he knows,
about the never-ending wordic swords. ❞
We are born as who we are. The gender thing is something that is imposed on you." — Laverne Cox.
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Central Idea:
The poem explores themes of identity, self-perception, and the struggle with gender dysphoria. It presents a deep sense of alienation and longing for acceptance, both from oneself and society, reflecting the emotional turmoil experienced by individuals identifying as transgender.
Subject Matter:
The subject matter centers around the speaker's internal conflict with their identity and body, using a mirror as a metaphor for self-reflection. It touches on feelings of disgust, pain, and the desire for freedom from societal expectations and personal struggles.
