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JayBirdz
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Hello!
I'm Jay, a young minor who identifies as a woman (for now).

My hobbies include writing, making art, and roleplaying, among other things.

Some of the main challenges I face involve my sense of self, social life, personal belief struggles, and issues related to my background.

I currently don't follow any religion but have no opposition to it.

I'm also part of the LGBTQ+ community.




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Teeth I should not have.
Poetry / by JayBirdz
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...See more EXPLANATION CONTEXT; this is a reference to early exposure to adult content. I was born a lamb in a den of wolves. Soft wool wrapped in the scent of someone i could not protect myself from. They fed on sheep like me, their teeth carving truths i would always believe. I was too small to question, too young to wonder what i was shown. Their fangs would graze my trembling hide occasionally, Not enough to break, but enough to sting and make me remember. And when their hunger turned away me, I learned to watch the biting, learned it meant belonging to my family. One day, I snapped back—just a nip. Tiny, harmless, yet met with pride from my innerself. So I bit again, and again, Until my own mouth dripped with something warm, until i felt like my childhood wonder was filled. Then, they took me away—to the safety of sheep i recognized only by blood, Where the air was still, the fields were kinder. But I gnawed at the softness, at the peace in a frantic search for what i recognized, Teeth aching for something I should not want, should never have recognized. I dulled against their quiet world with a sinking sense of self, My fangs grinding down to nothing by force of the other sheep i swore enemies. But inside, I burned— For the bite, the taste, the hunger I thought was home. And then I saw— Saw the twitching in my own unstable reflection. Saw my wool, no longer wool that i believed protected me from the danger i could become, But fur thickened to hide the shame of the inevitable. My teeth are sharper than they should be, I know. My eyes linger where they should not, I can't help it. And now I stand, neither lamb nor wolf, Terrified of what I may become, or even worse, what i can't stop. So I wrench my jaws apart, I file my fangs down to dust. it helps nothing i fear, i only begin to gaze at sweet lamb the same as before, and feel my teeth sharpen instinctively.
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