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Rant (part 1) / free rhyme

There once was a time when all I did was run in fear.
All I knew was flight because in me there was no fight,
Just the fright of another night in the cold shadows,
Those that only showed me upon the gallows,
Strung up and choking on air,
Just like those god damned fish mother made.
All I felt was the cascade of emotion causing corrosion,
And yet I'm still in motion for if I stop my head will pop.
But as corny as it sounds my past still catches up.
How can I live when I feel like a mutt?

Hold on.

What if the fright that made me take flight turned into a fight?
Would that give this lifeless strife of a life a chance?
What if I changed at your second glance to different pants?
What if I finally found someone like me.
Or someone like me to like me?
What if by some planetary alignment or righteous assignment,
I found out my brain isn't wired weird.
But that would mean all the things that you say or said,
About how all trans are fucked in the head,
Would be complete and utter bigotry!

Which, by the way, it is. (But thats a rant up next)

Some were born fortunate to match their bodies.
Don't hate those of us who were not.
Written by BleedingSpectre333 (Eden)
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