As a trans male
I wish to look like a boy
But with long hair
And a feminine face
I look nothing like a boy

With a big chest
And low on testosterone
Nothing a chest binder can help with, right?
Wrong.

I can't get out of this girl-ish body
My transphobic family
Keeps me from becoming
Who I really am

Birds chirp
Gossip
Say things that hurt
But they can't speak
Not for themselves

Humans talk
Gossip
Say things that hurt
But they can't chirp
Not like birds

Birds are amazing, beautiful creatures
With their soft wings
And bright colors
And soothing sounds

Humans are amazing too
With their archetecture
and design

But we are the same

Thanks for being homophobic to me
I can handle it
Thanks for the assault
I'm much stronger now
Thanks for the depression
You made me who I am
Thanks for the things you said
The things that made me feel alive

I can survive,
I'm strong

I can't believe it
A suicidal person like me
Has lived this long
I was hoping to end the streak
But my body is impenatrable
Can't **** it
I feel like I'm unable to die
I wish I could
But maybe its for the best
Who knows what else might happen
I've gone through abuse
Drugs
Suicidal attempts that wound up in the hospital
But somehow I'm alive
And I wish I never was

I can feel the wind
The scent of the wild
Hands turn into paws
Teeth into fangs
Growing an animal nose
Fur bristling on my back
I run as fast as I can
Sprinting past the lake
I'm finally who I want to be
But I yowl in pain as I transform back
Back into a human
The worst animal to transform into
Change me back
Permanantly

Walking in the forest
I get a sense of who I am
My body falls down
And I wake up again
But as an animal
I feel my paws running
Across the bridge
I'm finally free from my human body
But it ends
And I'm back
In my body
That I wish was an animal's
It happens again
Feeling a tail
Paws on the ground
But I can never escape the human body
I once knew

Feeling alone on a Sunday night
This could be the death of me
Seeing the knife cut the cake
This could be the death of me
Trying to escape the knots and holes I made
This could be the death of me
But I still go
Rising above my fears
Like the Himalayan mountains
Growing like the bamboo in my backyard
But still, this could be the death of me.