What I thought would be easy
Turned out to be a trial.
I lay curled up feeling queasy.
Frustration, anger. A strong stance.
Is it denial in their faces?
Am I to give another chance?
But as I gaze into your eyes
Those soft, warm orbs bring light,
A fresh breath. I realise.
I shall conform no more
That young girl is gone,
This will not be like before.
Dead is the binary
The girl in the mirror, gone.
Now I see myself. Finally.
Societal chains bear me down
Some days I give in.
Allow myself to drown
In your norms
Your dead ways.
This strange form
Will never fit in,
I quickly realise
No matter the colour of skin.
Yet I gaze in the mirror,
I see myself, finally.
The world looks clearer.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
What I thought would be easy
Turned out to be a trial.
I lay curled up feeling queasy.
Frustration, anger. A strong stance.
Is it denial in their faces?
Am I to give another chance?
But as I gaze into your eyes
Those soft, warm orbs bring light,
A fresh breath. I realise.
I shall conform no more
That young girl is gone,
This will not be like before.
Dead is the binary
The girl in the mirror, gone.
Now I see myself. Finally.
Societal chains bear me down
Some days I give in.
Allow myself to drown
In your norms
Your dead ways.
This strange form
Will never fit in,
I quickly realise
No matter the colour of skin.
Yet I gaze in the mirror,
I see myself, finally.
The world looks clearer.
Pt 2 of Your Binary
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