strive & survive

the wrong body

at the mere age of sixteen Kayla knew she wasn't relatively "right"

not in truth or fault, but in body

she had breast and a vagina she didn't want

she was a boy

first, she wore baggy clothes

second, she wrapped tight cloth around her chest to hide her feminine features

then last, she cut her hair

her long curly mane that fell down to her waist

her mother didn't approve

"it's just a phase" she had said to her sister

"it's some type of disease" she had said to her neighbor, mrs brophy

her mother claimed she wasn't her sweet kayla any more

kayla hated her name, she hated her sex

"this isn't me mom. i'm a boy, a fucking boy! why won't you understand?"

she wanted a flat chest and a penis

she wanted to be a boy.

she was a boy.

but a boy in the wrong body.