Unusual
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Two,
I was only two
when a mysterious switch turned on:
clit grew up, undefined sex;
pubic hair, teenage change;
growth, big spurt;
puberty is the noun,
unusual, the attribute.
Three,
I was only three
when a black cloud took my mind,
wondering what I really was:
a boy, a girl, or something else?
Looking at the bush under my pants,
I was only three,
wondering what it actually was.
Four,
I was only four
when my hormones had their first party.
A burning flame, hormone rage,
took my body
and invited me to love myself
and bloom in a new way.
Years went by
and I kept growing,
changing, wondering and loving;
but suddenly, the switch turned off
and the tallest girl in kindergarten
became the shortest in primary school.
Then I kept wondering
what, why and how.
My body stopped growing
but I kept blooming.
I grew up
thinking that there was nobody in the world
like me,
that I was the only one
with peculiar sex characteristics.
I was confused and doubtful about my sex.
Fourteen,
I was fourteen when I met someone
like me.
I understood then
that I wasn’t the only one.
Fifteen,
I was fifteen when
my boyfriend taught me
that there was nothing wrong with me.
I stopped being a monster and bloomed into a flower.
This piece is a translation of the Spanish text – Inusual.