NaPoWriMo, Day 16 (late)

Dysphoria Blues in Minor Key

Got the Genders? (Copyright whomever on Twitter)
Get your armor.
Dye your hair an atypical color
And slap on yr fave jean vest.
Make sure it’s adorned with a lot of buttons.
Make sure each ounce of your physical presentation is a representation of every part of you
Shorts with knee socks and muscle tees.
Skip the makeup if you want, but a little eyeliner never killed anyone.
Post your selfies high and mighty,
Let them conquer anyone who sees you and relish in the compliments, or the silence.
Make sure your nails are right,
Your scowl is tight,
Your defenses up,
Your shoulders ready for the inevitable hunching to hide whatever is and isn’t on your chest.
Ignore the sensation of emptiness between your legs.
Try not to cry in public. Try not to cry when you try to get off alone at night. Try not to cry. Try not to cry. Try not to shy away when your partner touches you. Try not to shudder when you see them between your legs.
Get your armor on, oh brave dudelady me.
Remember they can’t take you,
Except when you disappoint your family again with this news,
Except when your partner leaves you,
Except when you get the awkward stares,
And rumors of your sisters disappearing left and right show up on the news.
Get your armor up.
Get your armor up.
Get your damn armor up.
Get your fighting face on.
You wanna live another day?

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