I.E.A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierI.E. Is it often satisfactory, to think it natural that I comes before E, and that words grow as plants, some filled with poison.
Then it must be obligatory, the hurting as a rock hits flesh, coincidently happening in the same forest.
Almost pathological.
And a glance at the sun will blind, in the deepest water.
Being born into a life without balance. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier
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Added on January 9, 2010 Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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