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Let me be XYMy chromosomes are wrong.
My breasts are wrong.
My hips are wrong.
My space is wrong.
I am in a shell, a prison.
Trapped, glued by 'miss', 'she', 'lady', my XX
A sticky, thick mixture of feminine.
I have never been me.
Few people know who I really am.
Him. He. His.
I am Tristan, and I'm a normal boy.
I just happen to be a biological SHE.
But no one sees me, no matter how hard I try,
I want to scream out for all to hear:
Just let me be XY
SinkingThe tears sting more
When they refuse to fall
Hot, salty bullets of anguish.
Assaulting my eyes
As I try to forget.
I wake, like a brick wall
It's there in front of me,
Even in dreams,
I cannot escape.
Surrounded by people
I still feel lonely,
Drowning, suffocating in
The tormentor's shroud.
They don't see me,
I'm not even there.
The happiness ended long ago.
I cannot reach the air above.
Sinking, falling, leaving.
Will I ever be visible again?
To even myself?
The cruel mirror lies,
It's image of an empty shell,
Its not me.
I'm not there.
I am broken.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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