There once was a girl And she liked to climb trees. She had dirt in her hair, And blood on her knees. Had no pink in her cupboard, Didn’t like the right toys, So they cut off her hair And they called her a boy. She fell into depression. They tried to be kinder; To help her fit in: Crushed her breasts in a binder. But it wasn’t enough She felt awkward and weird, So they pumped her with drugs And they grew her a beard. She couldn’t stand dresses, She refused to wear bras, So they cut off her breasts, Celebrated her scars. They stripped flesh off her arm Made a fat tube of skin, Sewed it onto her crotch, And said: “Now you’re a him!” He looked like a man, But squeaky and little, His hair falling out, And his bones frail and brittle. He suffered through menopause, Atrophy, bleeding, His new penis was limp And lacked any feeling. His parents agreed, He would never give birth, So they cut out his ovaries, To spite all the TERFs. He grew sadder, and sadder, But could not find the answer, His heartbeat grew weak, And the drugs gave him cancer. When crying one night, His whole head in a whirl, His mum asked: “what’s wrong?” She said: “Mum, I’m a girl.”

News outlets reporting the crimes of a male as if he is a woman, cannot ever be said to be unbiased reporting. It is displaying very heavy bias, to the point where you are lying for the pleasure of a criminal, to the detriment of women, and of public awareness.