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This is a poem I wrote while the words still flow. It's not everyday when creativity can sore. You will find in this poem a struggle of self-identity and perhaps one's struggle with humility. Being trans isn't easy when you feel you don't belong. Your own worst enemy was yourself all along.All Rights Reserved

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Dysphoria

"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ buried, drummed I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips To clothe me and paint me living green, My bones turned to thick wood Bark splintering where furry creatures dip and pry in search of hearth, From my hair, summer grass rose toward thunderstormed sky And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly I must be alive" - I Dreamt I Was Living