I dance in my pink ballet slippers
I twirl in my purple dress
My long blue hair twirling around with me
I can dance until my feet ache
But I don't mind
I am grateful
I am free
I am no longer wearing the mask
The one they gave me
At birth, it was all they saw
It covered the truth
But I tore it off
Cause I am a she
Not the he that was on the mask
And I have never looked back
Why would I?
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LBGTQ Short Stories and poems
Short StoryRandom short stories relating LBGTQ (Mostly poems though)
