in the mirror

Sometimes, i find it hard to believe

that there is a boy under all this estrogen 

all i can hope is that some on else will see

my feeble efforts to bind again

through bruised elbows, scrapped knees

boys don't cry, so I keep it in

but one day i will see, in the mirror what is meant to be

and I'll be alive, the world not as dim

the mirror will show what is right, and I will sleep through the night

Author's Note

first published poem