DEAL WITH IT

I feel trapped in this body with skin too tight.
It feels wrong. I shouldn't look like this, like
these should be flat, nonexistant at that. And why am I missing that?
Something must have happened to me at an early age
for my genetic make up is all wrong.
You see, I'm a Boy. I have to be.
Yet, I'm called Girl. And I shouldn't be.
Forced into dresses and covered in make up.
Told to act like a proper young lady or no boys would ever want me when I grow up.
Never permitted to play sports or help dad with the car.
Just told to sit and look pretty, that's all I'm good for.
Now I'm grown up, now free to be me.
I haven't worn a dress in years, only t-shirts and baggy jeans.
Only chapstick for biting lips when fixing cars
and no boys look at me when I'm at a bar.
You see I'm transgendered, FtM to be exact.
Had surgery long ago, missing limbs now intact.
I now am man, as I rightfully should be.
Strength and power of man, mixed with womans grace and beauty.
This is real.
This is me.
Don't like it, too bad.
Just like everybody else, you'll have to just
DEAL WITH IT!!!!