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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I was
Almost to young to remember the
Two year old boy I used to be.
I had memories of another me.
I began to realize, as I heard 
Relatives arguing about a little 
Girl. "No she is a boy!"  "She
Should wear boy clothes, why do
You buy her dresses!"  I wondered 
Who could they be arguing about 
Then I recognized, it was me!
That is why I often sought boy
Company. I didn't give a DAMN
What the doctors said. Yeah!
In my head I was the one my 
DEAD BLACK  FATHER'S  SON! 
I was a dream in my own reality 
Supreme!! In somebody else's 
World, to them I was just a 
Little black girl but... I knew the
Truth. Someone had ripped my
Genitalia! Made me unnatural 
An abomination! My dreams
My aspirations. A failure! 
My ANATOMY!!  was my destiny 
Now to bleed? Between my legs
Was a lie. Mutilation! I was a
Little girl? I cried, I wanted to 
Become the man that I am!
That my father was. He loved!

I thought who had committed 
This atrocity against me. My
Mind screamed. WHERE IS MY
BOY ANATOMY!!

This was traumatic. As I grew I,
In 1980 or maybe 1992 I knew.
I was a man without my life no
Longer between my legs. So
What did this make me? Somebody 
Have carved me a Man-made
Anatomy. Making me a gender
Bender?! This SHOULD NOT BE!!
A TRANSGENDER ATROCITY!!
I AM A MAN!!  WITHOUT MY
DNA  PLAN!!
OH DAMN!! This will not stand!
I feel as though I am the only one.
My dead black father's 
GENDERLESS SON. No synthetic 
Hormones man made Testosterone 
I have got my own. YESSS!  I AM
A MAN!  THEY named me 
VALERIE  on the surgeon's table.
But I grew regardless of what 
Anybody else wanted. I would 
Become my own reality. 
Knowbody will control this angry
Man. No transgender rhetoric no
Bible beliefs. please. I am nobody's 
Woman. I am the unapologetic 
Nonconforming supposed to be
Wants to be like my forefathers.
All of those ANATOMICALLY 
CORRECT MEN! I WANT TO BE
THEM!! Y- CHROMOSOME SEED
NO APOLOGIES!! 

The definition of MANHOOD IS
to FIGHT against the ODDS no
Matter what!! I AM!!
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