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Feb 2016
A girl, barely
A boy, nearly
A half and half

Hide your need in plain sight
Hide your want in stereotypes
Fight those thoughts, leave well alone
Fight the body, so unlike a home
Tear off the false; the breath; the skin
Devour the falsehoods that lie within
Do not define me as you would yours
I am alive, of kindness and claws
I who will hold the sacrifice
I who will suffer, your will suffice
The deed is done, I am no plurality
I am singular, a they / them disparity
( i wonder what it feels like to look in the mirror and see myself )
Written by
Phoebe Caitlin  England
(England)   
297
   Cecil Miller
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