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You said that God would be upset.
That his wrath would consume me
For destroying his creation
That was already deemed "perfect"
And didn't need to be fixed.
But where was god's wrath when
His creation mutilated my innocence more Than surgical tools ever could?

You said that this is not who I am,
That what happened to me
Made me what I am
But these breasts I hate,
I didn't have when I was eight.

I hate riding in vehicles
With no windows and locked doors.
I hate that forests
No longer seem magical
And that monsters
Don't hide underneath my bed
But in it.

But this,
Who I am was not born from this.

Where was god's wrath when his "perfect" Creation begged for death?
When his "perfect" creation tied a noose Around their neck?
When their "perfect" body bled?

You shed tears and cry
That I am ruining something beautiful.
Tell me that to be comfortable
In my own body would be a sin.

But when god's image,
A creation deemed "perfect",
Destroyed my beautiful
The only tears that have been shed
Are my own.