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November 7, 2019 by thewashingteenian

By Dahlia, Staff Writer


I can feel it every time I look in the mirror or see my reflection looking into a store window, can feel it when I’m called something I’m not

When I’m called my name, I try not to break down, try not to cry when I’m called something that doesn’t fit me

But instead I’m supposed to push through, to be perfectly fine with everything that is happening

And “I promise I’m fine, I promise it okay when you mess up my pronouns, when you mess up my name”

But it goes unsaid when you do it again and again

Cause I should be used to it, should be okay, shouldn’t feel like I’m dying inside every time

And I shouldn’t have to comfort you rather than me when you say who I am wrong

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