Transgender Child
Am I a girl, or just a boy,
who wants to be a girl?
Pink dresses don’t make a
vagina,and a football doesn’t
make a cock
Something happened in mum’s
womb, to make me feel like this,
should I cry or should I shout,
when all I want is bliss?
I’m an ice-cream in a Yorkshire
pud, the road ahead is long,
I hope the world won’t judge me;
the path to trans-gender is long
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