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my gender is a language i'm not fluent in,

all i know are

words, and a few phrases,

enough to know that there's still 

a lot to learn. 

there are days when all i want are

soft curves and to

grow out my pixie cut to something like

baby bangs and shoulder-length waves.

my gender is a language no one else can speak.

there are days when i wish for 

angles, sharp edges,

slim pants that don't hug my legs,

but not my curves,

a more defined jawline.

my gender is a language that i cannot learn from a textbook.

it is all fluctuating,

constantly changing, 

girl, boy, human.

my gender is a language that cannot translate

to or from any other.

maybe someday i'll be able to speak it.

maybe.

for now, i'll stand tall,

shoulders back,

eyes set ahead,

and i'll tell myself that

i am human, and that is enough

 

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This is really good! I remember this feeling of triumph over questioning.


Not quite sure where I'm going, but I'm going somewhere, that's for sure.

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