Transgender video blog number two thousand three hundred 
And ninety-five 
Everything’s gonna be fine 
You just met me at a very strange time in my life 

Uh… 

No one [bad word] understands me 
Have I [bad word] ever asked for a re-tweet? 
Never in my life 
One day in the distant future 
I’ll make the [bad word] purr-fect wife 
House clean, dinner on when you get back 
Hair nice as [bad word]  never ever [bad word] [bad word] on a rap track 
Smelling like flowers and baby powder with a moderately sized rack, 
But nevermind that, uhhh… 
I’m going to learn how to write neat, 
Stop smoking cigarettes and stop eating red meat 
Say “thank you” to strangers politely and wish em dead 
Move away from home and still [bad word] to the Internet 
About the way my parents raised me, 
Then change my name again and not tell anybody 
Maybe then I’ll finally find my place in this [bad word] up stupid [bad word] gender binary society 

And then? 
And then finally feel happy? 
Who the [bad word] knows? 
Maybe. 

Day four hundred, two weeks before my fourteenth birthday. I forced myself to vomit so I could stay home from school. Read Venus Envy for six hours, drank an entire bottle of cough [bad word] and then cried myself to sleep. 

What the [bad word] do I [bad word] look like 
Swagging like golf wang but sounding like a butch [bad word] 
When I say that I’ve had surgery 
I mean I’ve had a ski mask stapled on permanently 
Yeah, it certainly hurting me, 
But I won’t never [bad word] take it off 
The troof of the matter is whole world sprained my [bad word] feelings 
But I’ll just swag it off uhhhhhh-buutttt 
I don’t want no leggings, no tight [bad word] jeans 
Low cut tees, just [bad word] me 
Kay, here’s my big plan 
Dye my hair red 
Join a punk band 
And never [bad word] rap again 
I don’t give a [bad word]  it 
Work for me 
People like it better 
When I don't’ say anything 
Well whatever  [bad word] life, it’s just too embarrassing