My Love Letter to Who I Wanted to Be

This is my love letter

To my being

The one I never thought I’d be

The simple, soft delicacies

That people don’t associate with


I am every descriptor that people have for 


I am the look, the feel, the sass

But even when my words are sexy

People can’t look past my ass

I am a woman

A her

A she

Not by actual preference

It’s how I know to be

And yet it’s such a burden

A flaw

A cross to bear

As if these pair of tits

Are just something that I chose to wear

I’m sexy and intriguing

A sight for eyes to see
And yet my lifes a race to ears

A fight with who I should be

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