A Boy Like Me
When will humanity accept a boy like me?I am not fully male, but neither do I feel like a female.
A man trapped in a woman's body.
An imaginary being with a mind of my own, with thoughts of my own.
I'm a boy hiding under layers of makeup, cute clothes and a hairdo more fitting for a princess.
Hiding, betraying myself.
I am an actor.
Pretending to be something I am not. Always wearing an outfit not meant for me, a body that is not mine.
An actor, desperate to break free from his role.
I am a philosopher.
Always thinking, wondering, dreaming.
Will I ever meet somebody who sees through my shell, sees the real me.
Someone who treats me the way I want to be treated.
Treated like the man I am deep inside.
Will someone notice my existence and see me for who I really am?
Not for who I pretend to be...
Not the woman that is my face and my body, but the man who is my soul and my heart.
I am a prisoner.
Trapped within myself.
Excluded from my family and friends, a person with no allies.
Bound by chains, invisible shackles that holds me back.
Handcuffs that is created by myself, for myself.
Because I am too afraid to tell them who I am..
Because I was born a female.
Because I want to be a man.
Because I AM a man.
Poetry by PrincessBon
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Written on 2015-07-20 at 17:46
Tags Hbtq  Stereotypes  Bravery 
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