Reid@YWP

Mama, love me as a mother would.

Nurture me gently as the deer does her fawn.

Shield me honestly as the raven does her chicks.

When the world goes quiet, I dream.

I dream of traveling through time, just a simple spree.

A simple spree through decades, eras past.

Eras past, a time where I feel joy at last.

Short hair,

A t-shirt and shorts,

Shouldn’t change me from feminine

To “buddy,”

And being a girl

Shouldn’t erase the sports I’m good at,

one stick

one swipe 

that represents my love

my adulthood

so where is my lipstick?

who's borrowing it tonight?

who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?

I need both to appear ready for anything

take note of everything I say

my feelings are rooted in symbolism and poetry

my femininity washes over me

and a guilty realization sets in

I get to play both parts in my head

man and woman