Like this,
Everyday of your life you have wanted a dog.
You asked everyone and told everyone,
I want a dog.
You got a dead cat,
You carry it around.
You care for the carcass,
Because it's all you can do.
Looks and stares,
They laugh and wonder what the hell is wrong with you.
And you try to make the carcass look just a little nicer,
You're taking care of a dead you.
My real name?
My real name is the name you have no idea exists.
This body isn't me,
This voice isn't me,
Pinocchio Pinocchio,
I want to be a real boy.
Not a lying decoy,
Wooden girl doll.
She asks she asks have you ever been depressed?
I tell her yes and her eyes widen and she mouths why,
"Babe I'm transgender"
Is that it?
You ask about me,
Me?
ME?
I am a riddle written.
But I'm,
UNREADABLE.
Unless you know,
ENDINGS,
Are,
BEGINNINGS.
He woke this morning,
To another night of "her" dreams.
He glanced into the mirror,
And saw little broken her.
Her that wanted nothing more,
To stop living a lie,
To stop hiding behind fake smiles and masks,
To scream out.
But society,
Unknowingly accepts the image presented.
Unaware of the damage,
Being self-inflicted.
He tears himself apart.
He gets tore apart.
And he screams,
I am NOT a SHE.
YOU ARE READING
Nalobuteoui Jayu: 나로부터의 자유
Poetry나로부터의 자유 - Freedom from me I chose to name this book using Romanized Korean and Hanguk because Korean media gave me the courage to release my works and to continue writing. I also chose to title it Freedom from me over Freedom from myself because I...
