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May 2016
the eyes that stare back are mine,
but the body is something foreign.
is that me?
how?
i don't know what to do with this body,
how to make it move,
or do the things a body is supposed to do.
it moves differently than mine -
is this what 'swagger' is?
it's just as uncomfortable, this body,
as my old one,
and i don't know how to make it work.
i'm learning,
and it's going to be a little awkward for a while,
but please, bear with me,
because i'm capable of more, now,
than i've ever been before,
and i am making the world a better place.
For everyone who has gone through transition.  Of body, of circumstances, of gender role - keep making the world a better place.  Hang in there.
Bela Matyas Feher
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Bela Matyas Feher
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