he wasn't comfortable
in his own skin
for he didn't like
being called a she
and after enduring
all the disapproving comments
and disappointed glances
he finally decided
to be happy and himself
so he became
what he wanted to be
and no one ever
mistakingly said she again
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3 A.M. Dreams
Poetrythe flowers in my mind are sprouting to life, waiting to be picked and planted on a blank notepad. where they will then blossom into a poem. and wilt into your emotions. { i do not own the cover photo or any photos used in this book } • • • [first i...
