I could flatten my chest, bruise my already broken ribcage, to mimic a man. I could put on clothes that wear me, an XL t-shirt with a 2XL hoodie, for a chance of androgyny. I could pretend for the day, people see me the way I see myself- undefinable. Because I know they won’t look…
Tag: voice
Letters to My Oppressor (February Free Choice)
Dear you, I tried to be on your side. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but just like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun, and I crash and burn not because of my own failures, but yours. I was warned not to go near you, and yet my curiosity…