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Part 3 of dino's weird poetry
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Published:
2023-11-28
Completed:
2024-12-20
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transmasc brainrot poem

Summary:

this is just a transmasc brainrot poem that was inspired by both a tumblr post i saw like last year and something my mom said this morning

if you change some words/phrases/stuff it can also be about healing an inner child/getting through childhood trauma when you think about it

Chapter 1: the actual poem

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

When I look in the mirror, I see a little girl.
I know that I am no longer that girl, but she is all I see.
In old family photos or in much too small dresses,
she's all my family sees in me as well.
I am not that little girl, but she is all I see.

I used to hate that little girl, push her away
I would say "I am not that girl, and I never was."
I was wrong.
I was that little girl, but I Killed her

I Killed her and Buried her,
and someday,
when I die,
I will be buried alongside Her.

When I die and am buried alongside this little girl, we will merge
we will become one again.
Our minds and bodies will merge so well,
so well that not even the best archeologists will be able to tell us apart

I am that Little Girl
the same way that Little Girl is Me.
I am proud to be that Little Girl
the same way the Little Girl is proud to be Me.

You should be proud to be that little girl,
that little girl was the girl who loved animals,
the girl who loved her grandparents,
the girl who made you into Who You Are.

This little girl you see in the mirror may not be who you are right now,
she may not be who you ever want to be again,
but that little girl is still Inside of You.

Whenever you see a pretty dress you are drawn to,
that is the little girl.
Whenever you see a cheap children's set of makeup and want it,
that is the little girl.
Whenever you want something that you feel invalidates you as Trans,
That is the Little Girl.

Sometimes, it's good to give in to the little girl.
Sometimes, all the little girl wants is the best for you,
sometimes, this little girl just wants to live the childhood she never got,
sometimes, getting small things like dresses, or makeup, or cheap dolls is a way to heal that girl.

Sometimes, you need to accept that this little girl will never go away,
that this little girl is a huge, unchangeable part of You and your Past.
This little girl deserves Love and Care,
this little girl does not need to be hated because she was born a little girl.

This little girl is you,
the same way you are her,
and although you are ashamed of her,
She is proud of You.

Notes:

comments and kudos appreciated <3

also the thing my mom said was somethung along the lines that, although i'm trans and out as trans, i will always be connected to the girl i once was, and i can't get rid of that (this was brought on by me seeing the "big sister" ornament on the christmas tree that was a christmas gift from my gramma to me when my little sister was born, and i said "well i'm not a sister anymore" and she said that thing and it nearly made me cry because it helped me stop trying to detatch myself from my past)