Captain America
I’ve been a huge ass lately.
Between the angst and the pain and the
Constant, bone-aching transformation
I’ve become weirdly
Anti everyone.
I even bottom shamed —
I love bottoms!!
Who am I ?!?!
What have I done with my corpse.
I just watched the movie “the hole in the ground” with my girlfriend
It was cool but
The hole itself
Had absolutely no purpose
Other than to house the weird creepy gremlin monsters.
Kinda reminded me of all of my
Angry bullshit from the last few months—
Sometimes it starts as imposters syndrome
And sometimes you’re just someone else
You didn’t intend to become.
Anyway— I think I’m starting to come back
Full circle, I think I’m starting to
Heal, thrive and grow.
I don’t expect to shit on faggots or bottoms
Unless they ask me to, consensually—
I promise.
Also no joke
I just talked to the most feminine man in the world—
Working at Walmart, helping me out
Being cute as fuck making me feel like
Big man on campus.
I see now, like a Captain America—
I was only insecure because I needed
My balls to drop, eat some
Spinach, and stop being treated
Like some bitch.
Ahhh dammit see
There I go again.
Important to mention—
As a lady, with they pronouns
And a Becky first name
I was never, ever shamed
For using the same words used against me.