Trans
She; her, in the voice and skin
Is a HE.
For long-time withdrew
He obeyed “It is shame.”
In capsule, in bubble, entrapped,
Floated, went up, down, cork on waves.
A voice came, of nowhere, a vision”
“No fuss in sitting home.”
Shell broke, the chick hatched to rainbow:
“I am trans.”
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