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 Nov 2015 Storm Raven
Remus
Boy
 Nov 2015 Storm Raven
Remus
Boy
I stare in the mirror
and nothing is right.

well not for me.

Girls tell me how
blessed
I am to have these curves,
and they don't realize
that I would give them up
in a second.

Boys don't have
*******,
slim shoulders,
delicate figures,
doe eyes,
or anything that I have.

I want to look in the mirror
and see the person that I truly am
staring back
at me.

But I'm stuck looking at
a small girl
that everyone says is
*pretty
 Nov 2015 Storm Raven
Remus
Pretty
 Nov 2015 Storm Raven
Remus
I hate the word pretty.
Every time I hear it
it's a reminder that I am
a girl.

Girls are great
and there's nothing
wrong with them,
it's just that I'm not one.

I've been stuck
in this body
looking at someone who
I no longer recognize
for so long.

I want to be handsome and cute,
not pretty.

I at least deserve something better than
pretty.
 Nov 2015 Storm Raven
LjMark
Drawstring linen pants,
Unisex from a women's catalogue.
Dark green shirt, tomboy approved.
Enough makeup to hide my faults.
Pink heart earrings, and a silver cross in the 3rd hole.
A silver cross, trans emblem and a silver heart engraved Laura, my true identity, together on a black bead chain.
Silver Lesbian insignia ring with my wedding band on top.
A black 1st finger ring etched with the Lord's prayer.
2 bracelets, one orange one turquoise to match a turquoise hat and dark glasses.
A couple of mists of Acqua di Gioia.
Women's turquoise/orange runners,
And a Victoria's secret backpack.

I didn't really think about the details until evening,
All I knew is I felt comfortable today.
I even went to Kohl's department store alone and browsed, and felt a confidence I'd rarely felt in the past.

Is this how some people feel every day I wonder?
I was so grateful for just today, just one day.
Today I was me

by Lj Mark 2015
Inspired by actual events in my life this day.
I stopped at a desolate fork in the road
My feet felt heavy, burdened by shoes
Took them off and winced at torrid asphalt

I walked until i felt the weight of things untold
Looked up at the sun in search of clues
Guilt consumed me because it was all my fault
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