This poem has to do with from my previous posts. Due to all of what happened I’ve been in a funk. Depression and dysphoria has hit hard. I write poetry to help me cope. I’ve been writing for years now and I still need to improve.
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I was told that I will always be sad
Even when I become he
Living in a body that isn’t home
Brings
Endless nights of laying in bed
Wondering
If what they said was true
Even though
I’m sad
I ask myself if I will still be sad
After I become he
No longer she
I ask myself
Will it bring freedom
I hope
If I don’t become he
I will still be miserable
I won’t be happy
The fire within me
It becomes louder
Fueling the anger inside
The drive to prove the odds
I will become he
I will be happy
They said happiness is a mindset
Right?
I chose happiness
I choose he
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