Oh sunday your so dreadful you know. I never look forward towards you. Your annoying you can last for hours at a time. Even if we only came to eat and talk. I hate you, my binder hurts my back, and you always notice my cap. I like my cap it makes me feel good, but you snatch my cap and leave it for the cat. Your quite annoying Sunday, you make comments about a lot of things you'll never understand. Like why i can't get dressed anymore or why i haven't showered in weeks. You make these comments and it bothers no one but me. You Sunday don't understand how hard it is to have mirrors in your house, you sunday don't understand why my hair is greasy. You sunday will never understand the problems of me, you sunday shouldn't come here each morning. You sunday make me uncomfortable. Worse then monday. Forever and always.
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The struggles of a transgender male
Poésiethese are some struggles that i myself and other trans masc people that i know face. I know this will be repeatable for a lot of trans people who read this and if it doesn't feel relatable for you as a trans person that doesn't make you any less val...
