Literature
The Handsome Boy in the Mirror
I used to see him every day,
the handsome boy in the mirror.
I took solace from the world
in his piercing gaze.
So long did I admire
his androgynous face,
his smooth flat chest,
his soft hairless skin,
and his rebellious long hair.
I knew not then that my puberty meant
that he would be stolen from me,
his body betraying him,
doomed to suffer through
breasts,
estrogen,
and body hair,
his increasing awareness of a lack of bulge down there.
I used to press my hand against his,
the handsome boy in the mirror.
For he was the me who I could love.
...And he will always be who I really am.
I search for him to this day,
the handsome boy in the mirro
