When people ask me if I am ashamed of my body.
I say no.
Why would I be ashamed of my
best friend.
Why would I be ashamed of what god has gifted to me.
These eyes and that smile, people say they light up a room.
There is more important things to worry about than my body.
I think that I have no issues with my body.
But then I think... really think.
If my body was my best friend why would I punish her so much.
Why would I scar her?
Poison her.
Beat her.
Bleed her.
Let her be defiled.
It is not her fault I was put in the wrong body.
That we do not fit together that my mind wants to.
If I was not ashamed of my body
Why did I let them touch her in ways she should never be touched.
I didn't fight hard enough to stop them.
I let her feel their hands all over her.
I let her take the pain while I escaped to the far reaches of my mind like a coward running from a disaster zone.
And after I punish her for their touch i make her bleed out the poison I think is in side.
Someone please ask me again if I an ashamed of my body.
I will say no.
I am cruel to my body.
I am her abuser.
And she is just my victim.
