“STORY IN WHICH I AM THE GIRL BUT
THE GIRL IS NOT ME or I AM NOT MYSELF, YET or
(I WROTE THIS BEFORE I EVER KNEW I WAS AGENDER)
I believe in the girl next door,
who likes to be called “her”
but who woke up today
with a gender that felt
like hand-spun wool and spilt milk,
and still doesn’t know
how to tell her mother.
I see her—being woman too loudly.
Trying to make up for all the years
she made pink a dirty word.
Trying to make up for hating
her birthright.
Her inheritance.
Unwilling to abandon the ship
she’s already spent so many years
trying to keep from sinking.
Going down with it.”
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STORY IN WHICH I AM THE GIRL by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)