I'm wearing blue
I should have the yellow cap and gown
But I got to chose blue
It's not because I wanted blue
I wanted the boys color
And the boys color is blue
-rant warning
People don't seem to get that I don't do this stuff because I just wanted a nice color or I was too lazy to carry the flower. I was born with parts that I don't match. I was given this feeling. I don't want to feel this I just do. So please stop saying I chose things. I don't chose anything. I was forced. Trust me I would love to not feel crippling dysphoria. I would love to not have that feeling of a weight crushing my chest with every move I make. If I could choose I wouldn't choose this.
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Poetry and Transitions (Wattys 2018)
Poetrymy poetry about a lot of things. Okay not just poetry, sometimes its random things that happen to me
