A Universal Sick Joke
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Last published Sun, Dec 15, 2019
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.
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