the resources for these spaces werent made for me
i was a boy
i was a little boy.
i wasnt a pretty pink girl who played with horses and barbies
i was a rough little boy who loved dinosaurs and nature and the color teal
and it wasnt an evil man who did it
it was my mother
it is never spoken about. people do not percieve it. ever. it might as well have never happened. if i could just die from it already















