my feet had a nice rhythm as I was walking to class this morning
step, step, step, step
I couldn't stop looking down at the floor, at my feet, as I kept walking ahead
it's a good thing I have memorized the entire route from my house to the university
step, step, step, step
I only lifted my sight at the crosswalks and the traffic light... which does still count as a crosswalk
I didn't eat anything this morning, but lately that's the norm
step, step, step, step
I overtook a girl on my way
she must've heard me climbing up the street and decided to move aside
step, step, step, step
I hate the fact that I had to be born a boy, and became a man
sure, it unfortunately puts me at a massive advantage, and if I wasn't trans I wouldn't complain
step, step, step, step
but it also has many hindrances, especially since, you know, I am trans
even if I only want to take off my penis
step, step, step, step
even with crossdressing and with a fully shaved body, I'd still be a man in woman's clothes
I don't really know how to put into words what I am feeling right now
step, step, step, step
twice a second, a step
three and a half feet per step
step, step, step, step
last thursday my oldest cousin and her boyfriend moved into my college flat
it's not really mine, it's my grandma's as I'm sure you know. not mine even in the sense of "I'm paying for it"
and it's all going fine, we get along
step, step, step, step
there was a small problem though this tuesday, when I noticed a stain on the wall near the stove
knowing that it wasn't mine, I went and asked the boyfriend. he told me it was him who had cooked there last, and I told him to please clean it
step, step, step, step
my cousin didn't like that, and she quickly went to tell my grandma
and my grandma quickly went upstairs to tell me
step, step, step, step
she told me that it wasn't right that I told him to clean the stains on the stove when there were plenty of stains in the furniture
and ever since I moved into the flat I had been told that each had to clean their own dirtiness
step, step, step, step
in the end though, I just kept quiet and reasoned with her. it was hypocritical that I told him to clean and that the house was
I swallowed my pride, once again, and started to clean