I was born a girl, butā¦
Or at least thatās how it should be
You see, I may seem like a girl
Use make up and paint my nails
But āShe/Herāā¦Itās gotten a bit repetitive, you know?
Itās like if I were to be a small bee
Whoās existence would be flying around fields of beautiful pink flowers
But little bee here, got bored and decided to fly off
And the bee managed to find beautiful flowers of different colors
Some red, some green, and some blue.
Everything seemed more beautiful in these fields.
But the rest of the beesā¦well, letās just say
That some were happy for the bee,
Others didnāt like it, and judged the bee
And many said that the bee was lost, that the bee didnāt know what it was doing
And my situation, itās a similar thing, not as simple as fields of flowers, but somewhat related
I think that, as a societyā¦
I never really liked skirts or dresses, maybe I wore them when I was younger,
I never really understood a lot of girl things
And this, is my current case
Iām currently exploring and experiencing a lot of things
Iām experimenting with my pronouns and with my name, and that doesnāt mean Iām lost, or that Iām rejecting the identity that my parents gave me
Many people do, but probably shouldnāt
What really matters is how the person treats others, no matter how they experience love, gender, or other things,
There are many more things out there than what people identify as, and at the end of the day, all of us are human, breathing and living beings, even after all that .
Why should we care? Is the real question
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