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How beautiful it is to be reborn
As a brand new person in your life
Daydreaming at the shore
About a girl you were meant to be
All of you who stare and mock
Cannot see the rebirth inside
Stained tears gave birth to my wings
An angel to persevere and fly
Old friends go, family's now lost
Prejudice will unmask the truth
Staring in shower from those words
Determined to fight until I last
Meeting you at the fountain park
As a girl I was meant to be
Stumbling and giggling in heels
In a pink polka dot dress
My happiness, oh my fuel
Wish you could see me now
When days turn dark I become strong
A butterfly to soar through the wind
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ok
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>>5629099
That poem really set the tone
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>>5629099
AGPeeeeeeeeee~
Yuck this poem is just creepy
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please do not
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>>5629099
Wonderful that you are appreciative of your position in life, more could stand to have that.
But you really do need to work on varying your poetic meter and pace. It kind of drags on. And really, use more colorful metaphors more often, and less of the "rebirth", "butterfly", "transformation" stuff we've all heard a million times. I mean, fuck, if you're being reborn, at least let the shitty middleschool era of your expression die so that it can be reborn as something a bit less vapid and shallow.
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i wrote a poem the other night that was kind of about being trans too here it is
buried at the bottom of a mountain of regrets,
tongue tied and hands tied and eyes sewn shut,
my withered body a hypermasculine cadaver,
i’m haunted by the wake i've left behind
i have a lot of angst
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