As a soft they youngin
My rounded thiccness made me happy Horny even Before ever knowing it as such During puberty tho I wanted to hide it & hide from it best I could Would bind my burgeoning baby breasts Or bandaid my puffy pointed nipples down For fear of my truth being discovered Hunched my shoulders forward As to make my chest flatter Tucked down my rib cage And fixed my gaze toward the ground So that I could at all times monitor How my surface would present itself for Underneath my tee was no GI Joe torso No bones with hard woven anatomy Like that of the neighbor boys Who’s bodies I would see When we chased a dead snake Down this little dirty stream In the Alabama wood behind our houses Because my body was removed Because my softness was hardened Because my nature was shamed Because my voice was silenced Because my home was demolished Because my land was taken Because my freedom was a lie When at infancy my trusted protectors Left their posts My soft body, my true body, my queer body Was with one slice, a stream of terror But if god made dirt and dirt don’t hurt Then why would my body be born in filth? Purpose & pleasure removed from my reach & why would it not be glory? This body of bodies of water I have been terrified For I have been terrorized This fear I feel through pain An inescapable kind of default The message is permanent Engraved into my softness my nature Is hardness and shame The path, the way against and away from My home, my ancestors The First Gender Who are soft thick and sensitive Dirty little streams, carrying dead snakes Through the dark & deep Alabama wood Behind all of our houses My Transition Is My Way Home. Lil Miss Bitch Tits HTXXO
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