Poem: Assigned at birth

Assigned at birth
the doctors saw what they saw
How could they know
what would be in my head later?

My body is mine
or so the smart folks say
it doesn’t feel that way
with all the pressure to fit in

But what is normal?
will I always be the odd one out,
Will this never feel right,
Do I just need a change?

A snip and a cut
is that the right change?
Or an attitude adjustment,
or perhaps just self-love?

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