A Reminder

A curse of the mind, body, and soul. As the blood returns, I will take the toll. The discomfort and shame, Pads and distain. I will beg, to be like the real boys. Flat chested and tall bodied, broad shoulders and a deep voice. A dream I chase, a losing race. A constant reminder, A reminder of what I will never be. As I stand hunched, my cursed being. I can pull on a hoodie, suppress my chest. But the blood never ceases; the pain will never rest. The blood will flow, my stomach will twist. All I can do is beg, beg for it to one day go amiss. But that day will never come, The shame will rise. A curse of my life, a curse till I die.