Maybe I'm a boy
Maybe I'm a girl
What if I'm both
Or neither?
Scratch that I can't be a girl
I hate the chest
I hate the lower half
No high voice for me
Pregnancy sounds horrible
And shark week
Is hell week.
Maybe I'm a boy
I love the flat pecs
But I'm mixed about the bottom
The muscles are amazing
And where do I sign for a deep voice?
The shot injects will suck
But to be a man?
It'd be worth it.
Can I be neither?
Or maybe both?
Imagine
Walking into a store
Do I go men's or women's?
Why not both?
It matters not it's only clothes.
I'll go masculine
With a hint of pastel.
That flower crown will be mine.
If anyone asks, a royal is wearing it
But they are neither king or queen.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
