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Do not listen to the words that ooze from administrative lips,
Watch them as they pool into the concrete and slip away into a grate of normality.
Wash them away with your glorious imagination

You cannot be summed up or symbolized by a handful of letters
and a Doctor's note

Do not bind yourself in a straight-jacket of gender roles
Let your leather jacket zip you tight in a ball gown
Your identity doesn't always have to be remedied or medicated

You cannot be defined by a dictionary or measured by
your parents' expectations

Do not listen to the fears that were trained into you so carefully,
smoothing your rough edges through customs and sly comments
Grow away from petty blades of grass

No advice can be summed up in a series of similes and metaphors
Make your own damn path.


You are more than you think you are.