June 14- FTM Pride
The water comes dripping out of the shower head, hitting my skin.
Hitting my unwanted curves.
Tricking into the places I like to pretend I do not own.
As I sit on the shower floor with my head on my knees.
My tears blending with the shower water.
I stare up away from me as I lean against the shower wall.
I look at the shower head, how the water falls out of it.
How delicate it falls, how it seems so natural, how it does it so easily.
How it looks like a bright light wanting to take me cause it's knows I'm half dead.
It knows I've already killed myself and just living in a body of flesh and bones.
Ready to just fall.
Fall to my death from the shower.
Just to lye and never wake up.
Just to stay in this shower of my tears and my unwanted body fears.
Stay in the shower of all my hatred.
Stay in this cage that is sealing me in, blending my tears with the shower water.
Hiding them for the outside world cause they are blending into me, becoming part of who I am.
My shower tears are blending into me, becoming part of who I am and are escaping from the shower.
Escaping from the the small clear box that keeps my feelings in.
But it is spreading to the large hall at school
Not letting it just be me who sees them and not my whole Spanish class.
My shower tears are spreading.
I would love to go back and rest on the shower wall.
And stare up at that shower head and feel the water hit my body, all my unwanted curves, and touch the places I like to pretend I do not own.
And let my warm tears blend with the cold shower water
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Slam Poetry
PoetryHi. I'm Sam. Recently I have been really into Slam Poetry, so I thought I could give it a try. So here is Slam Poetry from a non-binary, gay, hormonal teen. Hope you enjoy.
