my name is synecdochical.
because i am the fifth grade girl
with curly merlot hair from extended
day who could always make
the teachers laugh to get out
of trouble. and the greying
man at some fancy resturaunt
who played brown eyed girl
on the piano for me while
my family talked about baseball.
and the boy i pretended to have
a crush on in sixth grade who
played along with our bogus
romance and then came
out in high school. and the
pseudonistic motivational blog
who made a tumblr post i saw
at age thirteen that told me the
only way to be who i want to be
is to take it from everyone else.
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