Sitting with the girls never felt right 

But guys activate my fight or flight

It’s so hard to be friends with them

Hard to ask how they’re doing 

But it feels right

Don’t know why…

I just thought that the girls were bitches

But they weren’t that bad

It wasn’t a gut instinct 

Just dysphoria I had 

And I wanna be a guy

I’m envious of everything

I try not...

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Boys don't do that

None does

It’s not a gender thing

It’s a human thing

As far as I know

I’m failing

None pays all their attention

To the way they walk

And how they talk

Not as much as me

All I've learnt

Is that I'm strange

In the way I walk

And the way I talk

None does the same

It just means I'm unique

But it makes me feel 

Like I'...

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Fixed my binder

Ripped my tights

Gave bad dating advice

In a uniform 

that doesn't fit me right

I walked the walk

I fought the fight

I danced to Chappel Roan

With all my might

Cause I love the dance

And I love my friends

So I'll stay in a skirt

Until the end

If it means that I can

Spend more time with them

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I’m just like you

Now I won't sleep

Staying up till

Half past three

‘cause I feel more like

Myself than usually

I’m just like you

Shirtless on the floor

Please ignore the binder

I have been a guy all day

For fourteen hours straight

Please respect the grind 

The fourteen hour pain

I’m just like you

I’m just pretend

Only awake till half past ten

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mutilation,
they call it.

mutilation,
like i’m a butcher
in search of meat to cleave,
and rather than stain my knife
on the skins of bleating livestock
or sweat over a hunt or chase,
i choose the path of least resistance:
myself, my flesh, my matter—
so naïve and unknowing,
defenceless in the face of change.

mutilation,
as if the weight
i mean to carve away
isn’t unwelcome or di...

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You are born in this world.

Born to a mother and father.

Born to be a son or a daughter.

The mould is set.

Your gender announced to the world.

Like permanent ink on a banner.

Its a boy! ,Its a girl!

Its a baby!

You learn to toddle.

Pretty pink delicate things,

Are given as gifts.

But you’d rather play...

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The root of all suffering.

Being and non being.

Body constantly at odds with the mind.

Do i choose body or mind. 

A paradox, a kunundrum, enantiodromia.

Dysphoria is real.

How can I be so sick and at the same time be so well. 

Disease, a state of being at Ill ease with a state of being. 

The binary code runs deep. Greater than a social construct. 

Male to Female, Yin/ Ya...

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