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In the parking lot now I turn off the engine And sit Smoothing the skirt over my legs I look down Toenails a lovely coral shade Setting off the subdued greens and browns Of this skirt Hand on the door now I cannot open it I stay in the car seat Trembling… I did not wear my mask How strange… I come here nearly every day But always in my mask I had hoped Today Things might change… But drive home again My mask and I go way back It helps me feel like one of the boys
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Mask
In the parking lot now I turn off the engine And sit Smoothing the skirt over my legs I look down Toenails a lovely coral shade Setting off the subdued greens and browns Of this skirt Hand on the door now I cannot open it I stay in the car seat Trembling… I did not wear my mask How strange… I come here nearly every day But always in my mask I had hoped Today Things might change… But drive home again My mask and I go way back It helps me feel like one of the boys
Sometimes it's hard
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74/Transgender Female/North Carolina
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
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