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If you can change the color of your room I can change the color of my hair to a brilliant fuck-you-blue What's wrong with claiming this body as my own? what wrong with making this body my home? The monsters used to be in my closet And under the bed but now I'm older and they're in my head and I'm cranking out push ups in my boxers every night so maybe I can get a few hours rest and my chest won't feel so tight author's note: I started the first two stanzas a few weeks ago and realized that they would go really well with the poem I was keeping in my wallet.
A Bucket of coins to sort through (Money for my transition) A set of dumbbells (Biceps pumped full of testosterone) Leather bi fold wallet (I know you're gonna botch this up with a feminine wallet and southern ideals) Andele or Spitfire skateboard bearings (fast, like the hate rolling off your tongues) Vans and Hollister gift cards (God knows you'd get me dresses) Broadway merch and tickets (My voice is heard somewhere) Gameboy color pokemon yellow (At least Professor Oak knows I'm a boy) Leather dress belt (Bound to gender roles) Plague for PC (Because at least being trans isn't a disease)