Elizabeta wasn't a wimp.
Elizabeta was the bravest boy out there!
So why didn't her parents understand? She was still there child!
Or was she a he?
Maybe he was a she?
"I can't tell what I am."
"I can't tell them how I feel."
-No, Elizabeta was a it...She was sure of it. There was nothing else to describe what she was! Except for: Freak of nature, Weirdo, Trash, Filth, Imbecile, and Gender Confused.
"Mama, why do I have to wear this dress?"
"Why won't you let me cut my hair anymore?"
"Why are you throwing away my sneakers?"
"Why did you buy me another skirt?"
"Why can't I play with Gilbert anymore?"
"What are you doing to my club house?"
"Why are you making me do this?"
She didn't get it.
What was she?
A boy?
Or a girl?
Why did her mother confuse her?
Why did her father cry so much?
Why couldn't she tell?
Why?
Why?
WHY?
For now, he (or was it a she) was a it.
And the worst thing was, all this was being forced on a child, whom had only just turned 10 years old.
Hey guys, I'm still working on chap.3 of "Low Rising"...This was just venting.
I'm trying to come to terms with a lot of things right now, and trying to discover what I am on the inside...While keeping all of this a secret from my family.
This was about the only way I could vent...So yah.
I want to continue this...I like it.