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Transboy
No offense, but full offense, but what do you want from me?
You think that I am lying? Since I didn’t know at 3?
I’m sorry that I fit into the mold that you forced me into
And that I didn’t get question it, until I was forced to
But my experiences do not invalidate me now
And neither does the field of lies I was forced to plow
The truth is, I did know, and I tried to give you hints
But you saw nothing you didn’t want to and you haven’t changed since
I didn’t wear anything girly, rejected everything pink
But I never said those three words, and I left my thoughts to sink
I repressed anything I thought was “wrong” or “bad” or “strange”
The future looked like blackness and I thought it’d never change
I met those who loved me no matter what I was
But the support I couldn’t go without was always yours
You still don’t believe me and it’ll take a lot more time than this
And I’ll never ever be again, the little girl that you miss.

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An open letter to my family (in poetry form) regarding my gender identity, and current conflicts with acceptence.