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The first time I uttered a prayer
wasn't a glass stained Cathedral
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I was kneeling long after the
congregation was on its feet.
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The both hands into holy war trace
the Trinity across my chest,
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my tiny body drooping like a question
mark all over the wooden pew
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I ask Jesus to fix me and when
he did not answer I befriended
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silence in the hopes that my son
would burn and felt my mouth
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would dissolve like sugar and tongue.
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But shame lingered as an after taste
and attempt to re-introduce
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me to sanctity my mother told me of
the miracle I was said I could
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grow up to be anything I want,
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I decided to be a boy.
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It was I had snapped back toothless
grin used their street cred,
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played hide-and-seek with
what was left of my goal,
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I was it the winner to a game
the other kids can play.
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I was the mystery of an anatomy a
question asked but not answered
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groping between awkward.
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Boy an apologetic and when I turned
12 the boy phase wasn't deemed
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cute anymore it was met with nostalgic
aren't missing my knees and
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the,
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and in the shadow of skirts or reminded
me that my kind attitude
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would never bring a husband home
then I exist for heterosexual
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marriage and childbearing and I swallowed
the end sauce along with
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these flows naturally I did
not come out of the closet.
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The kids at my school opened it was.
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At my permission called me by name.
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I did not recognize said lesbian
but I was more boy goal what can
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then Bobby.
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It had nothing to do with hating my body.
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I just love it.
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Do not to let a goal I treated like
a house and when your house is
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falling apart.
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You do not evacuate you make it
comfortable enough to house all
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your insides you make it pretty enough
to invite guests over you
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make the floorboards strong enough.
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To stand on my mother for
years I've named myself.
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After fading things as she comes
the echoes left behind by Maya
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Hall leader Alcon Blake Brock intend
she fears that I'll die
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without a whisper.
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Then I will turn into,
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what a shame conversations
at the bus stop,
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she claims.
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I would turn myself into a mausoleum
that I'm walking casket news
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headlines as turned my identity
into a spectacle,
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Bruce Jenner on everyone's lips.
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Why the brutality of living in this
body becomes an drugs at the
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bottom of the quality pages.
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No one ever thinks of us as human
because we are more gross than
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flesh because people fear that my
gender expression as a trick
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that it exists to be perverse in
Smith and without their consent
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there my body as a feast for the
eyes and hands and once the
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effect of my career.
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There were very good at it all the part.
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They did not like they'll put me back
into the closet hang me with
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all the other skeletons.
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I will be the best attraction.
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Can you see how easy it is to talk
people into coffins to miss
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their names on grave stones and people
still wonder why they boys
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rotting go away in high school hallways.
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They are afraid of the coming another
has taken a second afraid of
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classroom her sons becoming like
Judgment Day and now oncoming
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traffic as embracing more transgender
children than parents.
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I wonder how long it will be before
the train suicide notes
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thought to feel redundant before we
realize that our bodies become
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lessons about sin way before
we learn how to love them.
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Thank God didn't didn't save
all this breadth and mercy.
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Like my blood was not the way
that washed over Jesus' feet.
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My prayers are now getting
stuck in my throat.
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Maybe I am finally fixed,
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maybe I just don't care.
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Maybe God finally listened to my prayers.