Thoughts Of A Transgender - Poem by Charles Zhang
her ams around my upper body-
mine around her lower,
we whispered, laughed
but didn’t and no further;
“I don’t want to, ” she said.
“use your body, ” for
I’ve the body of a male,
but identify otherwise.
“and I’m straight.”
well we continued to whisper, laugh,
at four, she went back to her dorm. I’m glad
she did. Friendship’s welcome
I snuggled to myself
with an austere sensation
yet perplexed with desolate vexation,
contemplating my prospects with her
if I'm not transgender.
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