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The Mirror Lies

Wrong! A little boy plays football. His parents call him a "tomboy". He doesn't understand what it means. Wrong! The boy is now twelve. His best friend gets her period. And puberty hits him hard. Wrong! His friends put him in dresses and makeup. His parents are proud of their "little girl". He doesn't get why this is happening. Wrong! Freshman year he gets a laptop. A friend convinces him to join Tumblr. He feels acceptance. Wrong! He learns about gender and sexuality. He is relieved and happy. He is finally not alone. Wrong! His helpful friend, Kills himself due to unaccepting family. The boy feels alone again. Wrong! He goes shopping with his brother. His brother calls the cute couple in the corner "fags". The boy doesn't understand how love is wrong. Wrong! He starts to wear baggier clothes and bind. People call him; "dyke", "tranny", and "lesbo". He just wants to be called a man. Wrong! He has hopes and dreams for a future. He just wants to be himself. He just wants to be happy... ...But every single time, he feels better about himself He sees her in the mirror...

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Date: 5/9/2016 11:41:00 AM
Wow the passion is deep!!!!!
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Jesse Daniels
Date: 5/10/2016 11:15:00 AM
Thank you!
Date: 2/18/2016 7:19:00 AM
You've expressed this well, I'm shocked to the very end. This boy was born a girl. Is this a true story? I can't believe the hype and name calling. But, that's how cruel the world is, most of what we called humanity will never accept. A perfect 7 write. I don't know what else to say I've seen this many times in my life .... hugs.... Linda
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Jesse Daniels
Date: 2/18/2016 11:39:00 AM
Thank you very much! And it is true, it's based of off my own experience with this and also is based off of the friend that I mention in the poem. It is somewhat compiled of both of our experiences. And the world is quite cruel about these things. Thanks! <3

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