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My sorrows are packed in a milk crate, sturdy and strong
I knew horror once
In a recurring dream
I was twelve
Giving birth
To an infant:
Half human, waist up
Half plastic, waist down
A warped kewpie doll
My psyche played tricks on me
Even back when puberty
Was to be a good thing
Yet, it never came
Things didn’t turn out as I had imagined
I just turned out
Oh well,
Maybe in a next life
I’ll be male
Or female
Intersexuality sux
Sex hurts
Blind-ending vaginas are a joke
Oh well,
Maybe in a next life
I can pack my joys in a milk crate, sturdy and strong
The Thought Harpy 