marble and quicksand - a poem collection.

dysphoria

body gone numb,

shivers crawling up my spine,

trying to keep the tears from falling.

(boys don't cry)

he looks like a god, that man,

his features chiseled like marble,

envy of apollo with his golden hair.

(do i love him or want to be him?)

falling in love is easy, unless you're trans,

being disgusted by your own body can be

frustrating, hating myself is the norm.

(i just want to be free!)

hated by society, perceived as the

insecure pubesent girl  fuck off.

i am so much more than this, so much more

than they make me look like i am,

i am not confused, or brainwashed,

i am a trans kid, and we exist.