for now, i am only focused on
recognizing the girl in the mirror
she sometimes looks like a boy
her rotting skin draped in doll clothes.
sometimes her body expresses itself
gagging and shaking from fear
seizing like it forgot stillness.
other times her body expresses this massive monster thing
it's deep and thick and blue
on some nights she tells herself its the ocean
over and over again she tells herself
that he is the ocean.
she wanted to tell them about the men.
the poets and songwriters and fashion bloggers and computer programmers
the hours and days stolen from her
trying to find some meaning within their violence
the men that had ****** her everywhere.
the men that had touched parts of her that belonged to nobody.
pulling slapping tugging choking bruising scratching
owning pieces of her with more aptitude than she ever could.
in sickness and in health
she could only recreate the memory
of their throbbing, drooling penises
pulsing with the aggravation of power
in her bed she shivers and gags
she's come to realize that this is how men love.
on other nights she is the ocean
deep and embodying
open and consuming
feminine and destructive
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC
for now, i am only focused on
recognizing the girl in the mirror
she sometimes looks like a boy
her rotting skin draped in doll clothes.
sometimes her body expresses itself
gagging and shaking from fear
seizing like it forgot stillness.
other times her body expresses this massive monster thing
it's deep and thick and blue
on some nights she tells herself its the ocean
over and over again she tells herself
that he is the ocean.
she wanted to tell them about the men.
the poets and songwriters and fashion bloggers and computer programmers
the hours and days stolen from her
trying to find some meaning within their violence
the men that had ****** her everywhere.
the men that had touched parts of her that belonged to nobody.
pulling slapping tugging choking bruising scratching
owning pieces of her with more aptitude than she ever could.
in sickness and in health
she could only recreate the memory
of their throbbing, drooling penises
pulsing with the aggravation of power
in her bed she shivers and gags
she's come to realize that this is how men love.
on other nights she is the ocean
deep and embodying
open and consuming
feminine and destructive
poem for my fellow trans girls who know this pain, and all those who may relate.
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