Oh, to be a boy.
Oh, to be an accepted boy.
Oh, to be a he.
"Oh, SHE—" their fucking cruel voices whispered.
"He." I reply, oh.
"She." Blood boiling responses, they dance in my head. They scream, they bleed, they cry.
"Yeah, Alycia!"
"Eli."
"You're a girl. You'll always be a girl!"
"I'm sorry, you're too young."
"I. Don't. Care."
"No, because what if you're not."
"Yes, you're a boy. You're a boy. Yeah... well SHE! Alycia!"
I'm fucking tired.
Oh, to be a boy.
