This is a poem I wrote about i feel on the hard days
look at me all of me
I look in the mirror and what do I see
It's not a she who i wish was me.
But a reflection, rejection of nature's interjection.
Look deep through the eyes
There's soul who'd be whole.
But she's shy and she weak from societies
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She wants to come out
She wants to shout
But her walls are so high from decry and disdain, rejection and shame.
Despite her kink and story of dysphoria,
she'll step over the brink and a sense of euphoria.
She'll be seen and stand proud out in the crowd.
They'll see me all of me.