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18

The day she was born

The doctor said

“it’s a boy.”

and proceeded to wrap her in blue.

When she was one,

she was called big, fierce, and strong;

She just went along.

And she always wore blue.

When she was two,

She was given toy construction vehicles,

plastic dinosaurs,

and a gun - that shot bubbles.

When she was three,

she told her mom that she wasn’t happy,

she wasn’t who she wanted to be,

She was a boy.

Her mom assumed it was a phase

and figured things would change.

She told her

to give it some time.

When she was four,

she wanted a doll.

Her dad bought her a ball,

and called it a close call.

When she was five,

she tried to paint her nails

like the other females.

But her mom found her and took it away.

She cried and cried,

but her dad told her to grow up,

Boys don’t cry.

She should just be a tough guy.

When she was six,

She tried growing out her hair

but then her parents gave her a glare

and made her cut it all.

When she was seven,

she went to school.

Most of her friends were girls

and

they were able to be who they wanted to be.

When she was eight,

her dad signed her up

for little league baseball

He didn’t care for her opinion at all.

When she was nine,

she gave up.

She’d had enough.

This was her life,

and it wasn’t going to change.

When she was ten,

she was made fun of

for taking her shirt off the “feminine way”

at a pool party

When she was eleven

she read that

people who felt the way she did

wouldn’t be allowed into heaven.

When she was twelve,

she got first place in a science fair

and for the first time in her life,

her father was proud.

When she was thirteen,

she realized she was attracted

to other girls.

When she was fourteen,

she was called gay,

and several other names.

When she was fifteen,

she got sick of her life being a lie.

She couldn’t stop thinking how

all she wanted to do was die.

When she was sixteen,

she met a girl,

who was nice and all,

but very confusing too.

They began to date,

to her this felt like fate.

But deep down she knew,

she mustn’t stay around.

When she was seventeen,

she finally told her girlfriend

the truth.

Her girlfriend told her

she knew.

When she was eighteen,

she told her parents something unforeseen

she was a girl,

she always had been,

and always will.

M.C.R. // @a-random-emu (A project I made for my Sociology Class)

transsteverandle

do you think slyvia ever visited dallas’s or johnny’s grave when nobody is around just to talk and say the things she never could before. she tells johnny sorry for giving him trouble when she flirted with him once before and that she always thought he was a good that didn’t deserve what shit he got. maybe she’ll look down at dallas’s grave and let out a half tough grim chuckle saying how he finally did it. finally got himself killed like anyone knew he would, but she still always hoped he would make it to at least 18. maybe she didn’t hate him and only loved him enough to say she wished he had a second chance at things. wished he smiled more and wasn’t so tough all the time. maybe she really did care about dallas but he wasn’t what she needed. even so she still was going miss the hood who had a rough but quiet laugh and cool dangerously blue eyes that always said she was tough and cool and sharp, and mean it because dallas never cared to lie about complements.