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Trans people, It doesn't matter if you don't "Pass", passing is based on the groups you are with, also based on perspective, and so many other things. But no matter what, you are exactly who you are, and who you want to be, plus you can work towards passing, just.. don't let people say that because you don't "Pass" you arnt a guy, or a girl (what ever your gender is, i dont discriminate lol), ok? You are who you are, and who you are, is who you think you are, I don't know if this makes sense, and i don't know who needs to hear this, but I love all of you, whether your trans or not, so long as you support us, so long as you want to be you, so please, try to love yourself, no matter what you look like
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my poem:
A silent smile turned into a beautiful mistake
I wore this dress for you to see right through
Will you let me express the girl I am inside?
I know you can’t say this out loud but
“She’s asking for it.”
And baby I am
Jett black hair
Body like a princess
Dying for heaven
“How are you alive?”
“Where have you been all my life?”
“Rotting in Modesto,” I remark with glee
“If I can’t be famous anywhere...”
“At least I’ll be the s-xiest girl next door.”
Rich on dr-gs, no nickels in our pockets
Spun in a daze, stealing from our neighbors
Low life’s on purpose, we’ve been lost all our lives
Ah how much I love this town
Next to a natural girl, I’m nothing
Next to a normal girl, I’m everything!
Bet you can’t look away
Amber lavender aura
Don’t you wanna come get some
I was once told by a daddy, your heart’s made for sharing
And getting off alone is a waste of a blessing
You’ll never know your favorite flavor til you give life a try
I’m strawberry ice cream with shavings of truths and lies
Sweet on the tongue
Leaking poison of selfish bliss
You’re my favorite distraction
No sm-ke could get me this high
So hard, I can’t think straight
Who wants a boring life anyways
I’m a star and you know it!
It’s hard to hide when a pretty boy is in between your thighs…
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Promised Paradise
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shot by my friend: plantmom_rachel on instagram.
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I named this character Boybasher, she teases her hair like she’s stuck in the 80s while streaming neo soul music on full volume. She leaves a lingering scent of max hold hairspray and cheap perfume wherever she goes. She marks her territory with kisses of red lipstick and scatters loose flecks of chunky glitter on her favorite prey, boys. You may not remember her name but you’ll never forget her face.
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my poem:
He loves you
Anyone with eyes could see
Everything I’ll never be
Soft and sweet
Dreaming about pregnancy
Opening doors before you speak
Crawling babies, you’ll never be alone
Scribbles on the walls
A secure place to sleep
A nest he built for me
Furry arms to doze the day away
All the things a girl like me could wish for
Burden to what’s in between my knees
Perfect for a hall pass or midnight vacation
A cheating scheme
Who you visit only after she goes to sleep
John pays for this to be discreet
Daddy pleads for a discount
Promising you’re all he needs
Yet if it weren’t for what’s underneath my skirt
He wouldn’t blow up my phone
Delivering roses and sweets
Requesting pictures and videos of me
I’m a vision, a muse, a watercolor painting
One tiny man could buy but never keep
Grab her by the hips
And rob her delicacy
Innocence belongs to the naive
I’m all out of trust
Love was too expensive
Only left me falling to my knees
The tears roll and frowns cement
The boys I choose promise one thing
To cherish me while leaving me bleeding
A stream on my cheek
He cradles my manicured face with an open fist
Tells me I have to beg for more
Soaks my bedsheets and breaks my bed frame
I guess I like it
My mind’s empty and legs weak
I asked for this pain
Block your number as I lock the gate
The checks cleared and lipstick smeared
If loves so cheap, why am I still here picking weeds?