ForwardsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
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Looking up I think of water, not a drop to drink, yet filling my every glass.
And in foolish reflections, I've gone and done it to myself, again.
Walking forwards when it is painfully obvious, that others ant me back.
But in the evening I sleep on soft sheets, willing to let in the rain, and the enormous feelings of guilt.
The knowing soon forgotten.
It's just one mort thing that I've become. © 2009 Abigale LeCavalierReviews
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Added on September 7, 2009 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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