pink lips
like a child
with crayon drawings on the wall
delicately outlining my features
treading the fine line
between the garish and invisible
afraid that I might get called out
called a fraud
called a liar
a boy being unboyish
today I can't internalize my accomplishments
I cannot validate who I am
I'm a foreigner in the gendered lands
neither man nor woman
embodied as a man
treading on women's toes.
-o0o-
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