Yes, I see that
I am Melissa, me, Melissa Renee Ingoldsby,
Born December 9th, 1990.
Melissa, to my mom, is a store called HoneyBees, where she found a purse with my name on it
And decided this is who her first daughter would be.
I sunk into my father’s house
Stealing his magazines
His class ring to show off to my friends at school,
To wear his button ups,
To be—-
What is it?
What am I?
Under my name,
My green eyes
Cover a dream
I’m telling
You
That no matter what
My name is,
Split in two,
I feel inside, always have, always will
Outside too—a longer process to see,
A dusky, smoky, river of masculinity
One of my favorite poems, “I’ve known Rivers,”
I feel like the muddy bosom of Mississippi,
Strong and deep, cannot be stopped or changed,
And I feel like “Matthew Warren”
Melissa to you, still,
In your heart I’ll never change,
Right?
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"I feel inside, always have, always will Outside too" That's so painful. Thank you for writing this!