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Nov 2020
i cannot keep folding in
on myself

i contort
attempts to evaporate my self
my flesh

father said to be a pretty girl
a straight girl
a binary girl

there are thrashing waves in
my chest
pockets of foam and salt
my true self bubbling out

shaky hips and soft arms
a howling coyote inside
pleading for release
bending and making a

new life new self
(unbound and reborn)
new state new friends

i cannot fit into the skin of my old
self anymore
i cannot pull her over my head
and zip in like i used to

and that tears me to pieces
makes me human
allows me to live
a rough topic in very rough form
Jade C
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Jade C  21/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon
(21/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon)   
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