“let’s go!”
she yells at me
i look in the mirror
at my hips
chest
shoulders
“i fucking hate you”
i whisper to the mirror
she tells me i won’t heal
she tells me i’m ugly
she tells me how feminine i look
she says
“no matter how short you cut your hair,
how many bras you wear,
you will never be a boy.”
“GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM NOW” i hear my dad shout angrily
i splash water in my face so no one can see the remaints of my tears
then exit the bathroom
