The monster I see myself
A poem describing how I feel about the male body I was born with.
Why was I forced to be born a male?
When every inch of my body screams female?
Every time I look into a mirror,
I see someone who is not me.
The hair on my head,
Is too short.
The beard on my chin
Never stops growing.
The boobs on my belly,
Aren’t a sign of being female,
They’re a sign of being fat.
The sex organs I was born with,
Constantly remind me,
You aren’t a woman!
You will never be one!
Grow up already!
All of these make me feel,
Like a freak deep within.
If people actually knew the real me,
Would they accept me in real life,
Or would they see me
As the monster I see myself.
About the Creator
Serenity Zahnle
I'm a transgender poet. Started writing again after a few years of hiatas. I hope to find new people to connect with.
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