Finally explained by ‘medicine’.

Grateful yet void…

No solution to the forces upon me.

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One diagnosis explains the quick mind,

Ready to take flight.

My body eager to follow,

Shreds itself failing to keep up.

The latter decides my pace,

Even though its also been in tow from go.

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My belly bloats,

As if I might bear forth a babe;

Alas, its not the same,

Riddles my breath in pain.

All the while the title of womanhood restricted:

To those with fertile hip sets.

For what sake? Hate/Fear.

The definition of gender

Held too dear.

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I was born with most of this.

My body twisting to survive…

The life I pushed it through.

Detaching any way possible,

As if disassociation would save me.

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Instead now my muscles scream out louder.

The inflammation debilitating.

Tears from easy being.

At least from standards

My body doesn’t meet.

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Rebuilding this casket into a castle,

Will take more than reasonable rearranging.

If I’m not too careful,

My humanity may stand brighter…

Than my body can.

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Pain makes us stronger alright:

When it is defined in solitude.

No kinder choice than to avoid,

When chemicals over rule the ‘tude,

A perspective facet shifted

By the natural survival drive granted

The moment pain cha-grins.

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Forgiven when success is born despite;

Forgetting easily the privilege of support,

Grants more than pretty words

In a world where a protected,

……… albeit, slow shell,

Is aimed at

To be run over,

Even when its soul has wings beating eagerly,

Especially when alone

In the middle of the road.