Oh?
I'm ignoring reality?
My bad.
Is puberty vexillology?

This shit ain't about a flag,
But the body of a certain fag. I don't care how you see me.
You don't gotta be me!

My whole damn BODY
is biological FACTS.
And none of it gives a FUCK
about your feelings!

You wanna talk biology?
Fine.
My panties smell like pussy

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Btw, if anyone is unaware, "vexillology" is the study of flags.

The piece is more a spoken word than page poem, but I figured I'd post it anyway because I'm proud of it. First piece I wrote after re-finding my voice. 💜

im sry:

I'm told I should listen to my genes.    
That my truth is written there.    
A prophecy written in A, T, C, and G    
    
But if I read them, what I'd see is S-R-Y.    
SRY. You won't get to be a little girl.    
SRY. You'll feel pain you won't even understand.    
SRY. You'll never be a mother.    
SRY, your body will feel alien.    
SRY, I'm going to wreck your adolescence    
SRY, for 15 years of dissociation.    
SRY, for the evenings spent alone in the corner of a bar.    
SRY, for the sleepless nights feeling like a freak.    
SRY for the mornings you can't look up at the mirror.    
    
Sorry.    
Sorry.    
Sorry.    
    
I don't see an assembly manual,    
but an apology    
written in my genome.   
  

Curious what people think, especially as I'm not very practiced at poetry. I'm returning to it after about a decade, and this is my third piece since starting my transition.

Also, I'm considering cutting the last three lines?