Void

I’m not a black sheep
I’m a void sheep
I don’t stand out in a flock of white
I’m not seen at all
I can be a wolf
I can be a puppy
I can be a lion
I can be a kitten
I can be a dragon
I can be a gecko
I won’t be seen
Because even when I’m there
Standing right there
You don’t see me
So I’ll go
Wherever I want
And be
Whatever I want to be

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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