They say your body is your choice,
but then why do they look at me like I'm going insane,
when I finally raise my voice
and decide to complain?
Growing up is scary enough already,
but when you're not who you were supposed to be,
then you just learn to be unsteady,
because they don't understand what I see.
When I look into the mirror,
seeing daddy's little girl
and then I consider
becoming his little boy instead.
But what he'd say
is what I dread,
since he doesn't even take it well
that his daughter is growing up.
But this body feels like a cell,
because it's just not who I am.
YOU ARE READING
growing up being trans
Poetrythis is a poem i wrote in class about growing up, and i thought i'd upload it here too as i think i did pretty good xd
