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Who I Am

I’m trapped But not in the normal sense, My minds trapped In this body. Everyone calls me a girl Because that’s what my body portrays me as But that’s not the case Yes…I’m in a girl body But I’m actually a boy To be more precise… I’m an F.T.M., Female to male transgendered. I was born this way And it’s actually natural It’s not a defect Or anything like that It’s just who I am I can’t change the fact That I’m a guy I just deal with the girl body And accept who I am I know that it’s weird And probably hard to accept And to wrap your head around But all I ask is to try And to not judge me If at all possible. This is who I am… I’m an F.T.M., And I’m proud of it!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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