
Droso
Born, survive, reproduce, die.
- Dec 23, 2024
- 188
Is how the news will present me
A reminder that
I was never truly a male
But an approximation
Someone who tried his hardest
But failed
Despite having my documents changed
To say male
On my birth certificate
When they find my blue corpse
And put me in the morgue
For my autopsy
They will undress me
And see that it was wrong
That I was female
And instead of seeing me as a male
Trapped in the wrong sex
The news articles will call me a child
Using they and them
Someone from Twitter
Will dig into my life
Doxxing my deadname
Calling my mother an abuser
For letting her son get on poison
My life saving medication
And they would say to that
"If it was life saving, why did 'he' die?"
It wasn't enough.
My mom would say that to me
When I would cry over my dysphoria
And avoid showers
"Nothing will ever be enough for you."
And she was right.
She will regret being right.
She'll have to delete the social media apps off of her phone
When floods of hit posts
On Twitter
Misgender me
Call me a victim
Someone who was groomed
Into believing I could change my sex
And being disappointed that I had not reached that
But not just a victim
I was a good for nothing tranny
Who deserved to die
To end the trend
I was a predator
For telling people
To DIY
Instead of having to live in a suffocating prison
When I am incinerated
My suffering
My agony
My dysphoria
It will be released
In a gas
To further pollute
The environment
And my only wish
Is for my remains
To destroy
The world
That only brought me
Pain
A reminder that
I was never truly a male
But an approximation
Someone who tried his hardest
But failed
Despite having my documents changed
To say male
On my birth certificate
When they find my blue corpse
And put me in the morgue
For my autopsy
They will undress me
And see that it was wrong
That I was female
And instead of seeing me as a male
Trapped in the wrong sex
The news articles will call me a child
Using they and them
Someone from Twitter
Will dig into my life
Doxxing my deadname
Calling my mother an abuser
For letting her son get on poison
My life saving medication
And they would say to that
"If it was life saving, why did 'he' die?"
It wasn't enough.
My mom would say that to me
When I would cry over my dysphoria
And avoid showers
"Nothing will ever be enough for you."
And she was right.
She will regret being right.
She'll have to delete the social media apps off of her phone
When floods of hit posts
On Twitter
Misgender me
Call me a victim
Someone who was groomed
Into believing I could change my sex
And being disappointed that I had not reached that
But not just a victim
I was a good for nothing tranny
Who deserved to die
To end the trend
I was a predator
For telling people
To DIY
Instead of having to live in a suffocating prison
When I am incinerated
My suffering
My agony
My dysphoria
It will be released
In a gas
To further pollute
The environment
And my only wish
Is for my remains
To destroy
The world
That only brought me
Pain