I know who I am
Inside this uncomfortable skin
A fearless warrior
Warring myself from within.
At times I know who I want
And where I want to be
Some days it’s hard to figure out
My own identity.
But I know I was born in the wrong body
My soul lives in fear of its enemy
I wish someone would rip the parts that don’t belong
So I can find the one I was supposed to be born.
I want to stop lying,
show the world the real me
that one that’s buried deep
within this false identity.
I read this book a couple of weeks ago and have made such an impact that it inspired this poetry. Only a few books in my life has ever done that. Sometimes, a book doesn’t have to be perfect or so great that I gave it the highest praise; it just has to have made an impression.
“From the outside, Brendan Chase seems to have it pretty easy. He’s a star wrestler, a video game aficionado, and a loving boyfriend to his seemingly perfect match, Vanessa. But on the inside, Brendan struggles to understand why his body feels so wrong—why he sometimes fantasizes having long hair, soft skin, and gentle curves. Is there even a name for guys like him? Guys who sometimes want to be girls? Or is Brendan just a freak?
In Freakboy’s razor-sharp verse, Kristin Clark folds three narratives into one powerful story: Brendan trying to understand his sexual identity, Vanessa fighting to keep her and Brendan’s relationship alive, and Angel struggling to confront her demons.”