Years of turmoil, the creation of a schism at the tender age of young
Boy, Girl. Masculine, Feminine. Fears that the body does not support the mind
Cues for a female soul as yet undefined
Yet the roots sprout for female traits and are not unsung
At nine a telling was in order but to who was the lip unsealed for?
A no nothing boy is the one for which the spring was to pour.
At twelve the urge became too great and the spirit donned her gowns,
only to be caught when in an attempt to escape the grounds.
For who we are.
Hi! My name is Tesseract Allen, I am an MTF that is just starting out in her transition phisically. I started with a poem because I find it an easier and less blunt method of expession compared to my avrage forum post and considdering this is my "First" post here I thought is should be somewhat engaging.
