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I. No one writes poetry about you. You are an enigma, you are an enigma of unreality and displeasing angles, too many bones inside a shell covered with marks you put there yourself on the best of days on the worst of days the days you can't remember. II. You watched a Swedish film once called "Boys" and you think about it often because when they said the word "homosexual" it was subtitled as ****** and when they said the word "transgender", the subtitles said "tranny". You are like those subtitles in your own head, over and over. III. You'll make a film someday and you will yell the word ****** from an overpass, and you preface it with "I am a", and you will make it poetry.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
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I. No one writes poetry about you. You are an enigma, you are an enigma of unreality and displeasing angles, too many bones inside a shell covered with marks you put there yourself on the best of days on the worst of days the days you can't remember. II. You watched a Swedish film once called "Boys" and you think about it often because when they said the word "homosexual" it was subtitled as ****** and when they said the word "transgender", the subtitles said "tranny". You are like those subtitles in your own head, over and over. III. You'll make a film someday and you will yell the word ****** from an overpass, and you preface it with "I am a", and you will make it poetry.
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20/Transgender Male
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
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