PC187
Digital Arts
The Weight of Gender Identity
I stand, surrounded by the people who love me the most, but they are a constant reminder that they are something I can never be a boy. My tears and blood spent on this, bled to the sky to tauntingly remind me that Im different. Strangely enough, I begin to notice that they feel the same. They notice words that I wouldn't, dog whistles that seem to only hurt their ears. People always seem to shun those who are different. Although I can't say we have the same reasons to feel alienated, we still have that solidarity. We have eachother.
Digital Arts
Janice Sonam Thapa
Thailand
OTHER DRAWINGS & PAINTINGSS
14 - 18 YEAR OLD
