I'm never allowed
to go where I want to be.
If Thursday night had been up to me,
I would have been to
Safe Homes.
Or at least
have gone
somewhere.
Instead,
I chicken out
and stay in-
the house,
boy clothes,
the closet.
I need to work
on my confidence
in myself.
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Deep Water
PoetryA collection of stories and poems about being a trans girl, being alone, and other such cheery things