I don't have enough fingers or toes to count the amount of friends I've lost because I'm...different.
Not normal.
"Contagious".
I remember the first time I heard that, I was nine years old and I just came out as Bi. It was just a phase.
I remember how he told me his parents said he couldn't ride bike with me anymore because he'd catch what I had.
I ran home and cried because I thought I was going to die from a disease I didn't know I had.
The fourth time I was twelve and two of my friends threatened to beat me up if I came near them again.
Apparently being transgender spreads through the air. Careful if I'm reading this to you.
There were plenty of times after that and they all went pretty much the same.
"My parents say that" or "ew I'll catch x" became a new slogan I didn't think I'd ever hear.
Then I grew up.
And I heard it more And more and still do.
And it still hurts just as much as the first time.
And I still run home and cry.
Because I think I'm going to die from a disease I know I don't have.
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Poetry of a Young Mind
PoetryIt's exactly what it sounds like. My teachers and friends have pushed at me for years to expose my poetry to more than just them and myself so....that's what this is. I actually don't write a lot of poems about being Trans, but you might find one o...
