I know this probably kind of sucks...criticism/comments are much appreciated :)
Machines
“Wake up” she said,
and there I lay dead,
though my heart was beating,
and I was breathing.
And I dragged myself up, still dead as can be,
and said “I’m ready to be a gender machine”.
And I pulled on the pink dress,
hoping they wouldn’t find
the masculine things I hid in my mind.
I wanted to run, to fly, to be free
but stuck as a girl, they say I will be.
So I pull on my dress, I put on my high heels,
my true self slips away
I die more every day.