My Tits

My tits

Are growing and it

Frightens me, the new

And the unknown of it all

It’s a new body I make out of me

A new shape built from discarded parts

Making me

My tits

Hurt and it

Feels good to feel

The pain that tells me

What I am is entirely real

And that I finally just get to be

Myself

My tits

Feel good and it

Is nice to enjoy a touch

Of them and even a kiss

On them, and it’s not a risk

To feel like this and with any luck

I’m done

My tits

Are mine, they fit

Who I am and who I’ll be

Without them I wouldn’t be me

There was a time when I couldn’t see

How it would feel to be wholly and simply

Me