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Steven Muir
Poems
Aug 2014
Seventeen
I.
Not yet,
am I seventeen.
II.
When I was five or six
I imagined a world in which
my first kiss was on my sixteenth birthday
and I was wearing a pink dress.
III.
I had my first kiss when I was fourteen,
in plaid pajama bottoms
and a loose top.
IV.
When I was seven or eight
I imagined a world in which
I was a vet tech
with my hair in a bun.
V.
I am in a world
where vet school
is not interesting.
VI.
My hair
will never be long enough
for a bun.
VII.
"Be the person you needed
when you were younger"
I would have balked,
and disagreed,
I know.
VIII.
If I could see a picture of me now
when I was little
I would laugh
and never believe a word about
how I hated my *******
my hips
my voice.
IX.
I would have never believed a word of how
I'd fall in love with a girl
who was sad as night
and made me as happy
as the sun.
X.
And I never would have believed
that I would love that little girl
who had grown into a man.
Written by
Steven Muir
20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)
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