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A reflection on my thoughts over an incident that occurred yesterday.

Why is it so impossible

For people to see who I truly am?

What about me obscures

My true self to such a degree?

Is my energy so feminine

That you cannot see 

My masculinity?

Is my manner so girlish

That you cannot tell

A man's heart beats here?

Is my voice so high

That you cannot hear

Its deep resonance?

Are those lumps on my chest

Truly so obvious

Beneath their bindings?

Why would you stare so close

At my chest, regardless?

Do my hips sway,

Accursed years of socialization

Ingraining the behavior into me?

So I seem too apologetic 

For my very existence?

What is it I do,

What is it you see,

That makes it so hard

To see the true me?