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As a child I dabbled in ****** No barbie was safe from the hands of their god Ran hills caked to the toe Roughed terrain with neighborhood boys They called me girl But I felt boy Upon later years I learned: Dress Skirt Bra Flower Amenities accustomed to this body; A bustling street of hormones without a red light Next were ******* Wild & rambling, I soon Mastered the art of shrinking I kissed my first boy & felt it rattle through my bones His hair an ocean in my hands as I rose up to the surface Later I discovered the shared experience of Woman, Shifting about the world as a silly metaphor Carved fingers into mace & metal Ankles clinking busily on a subway platform In learning to fight The young boy dwindled into memory and I couldn’t sense shape anymore Fell in and out of love with woman and man alike, Sinking deep into salt & sand These days I can’t help but wonder if attraction is a mode of defense Or that of love These days I run hills in heels Caked to the toe in color -- c
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Lessons I Learned As A Young Boy
As a child I dabbled in ****** No barbie was safe from the hands of their god Ran hills caked to the toe Roughed terrain with neighborhood boys They called me girl But I felt boy Upon later years I learned: Dress Skirt Bra Flower Amenities accustomed to this body; A bustling street of hormones without a red light Next were ******* Wild & rambling, I soon Mastered the art of shrinking I kissed my first boy & felt it rattle through my bones His hair an ocean in my hands as I rose up to the surface Later I discovered the shared experience of Woman, Shifting about the world as a silly metaphor Carved fingers into mace & metal Ankles clinking busily on a subway platform In learning to fight The young boy dwindled into memory and I couldn’t sense shape anymore Fell in and out of love with woman and man alike, Sinking deep into salt & sand These days I can’t help but wonder if attraction is a mode of defense Or that of love These days I run hills in heels Caked to the toe in color -- c
These days I try not to identify with a normative sexuality. I believe it is fluid and shouldn’t be contained with labels. I hope this poem is relatable to those that feel/have felt the same.
#sexuality#fluidity#love#youth#girlsandboys#attraction#puddlejumping
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26/F/Chicago
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
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