transphobia
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1. Silent. Keep walking. This is not worth my attention.
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2. I don't have the energy for this. If you're gonna try something, just do it, or leave me alone.
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Why haven’t you come out?
It doesn’t make sense
You know your parents would… probably accept you
They are allies, you know that much
Oh how the pain
It’s sad and hard to be a young trans boy
No one thinks I’m a real man
Everyone wishes I would die already
Everyone calls me a girl
I’m sick
A minute is slicing my nerves
It gives me a pressure along my body's curves
Muting my voice down to the silence
Betraying me, my gestures are put in defiance
A minute ago I was a human
You hide behind pages withered with millenia of hatred
Each letter an excuse for you to say "I don't care if they hold hands,
Just don't do it front of my kids."
Chants of slurs follow people
down the streets
through the halls
in jobs
in home.
Places supposed to be sacrad and safe
Turned against them.
Nobody woke up and asked to be called 'Fag'
america the free, that's what they say
i am free, that's what they say
you're free they say
i am free
They say
“God doesn't make mistakes”
as a way of telling us we're wrong
for wanting – No – For needing to be ourselves.
It's not a mistake that I'm transgender.
How could it be a mistake
America: Land of the Free, Home of the Brave…
At least, that’s the lie we tell ourselves,
One so fragile a single man kneeling to the ground threatens to shatter it.
I tried to list out all the problems in society.
But there are so many in this country.
Racists and Rapists run rampant,
Some even run for office
And they get elected.
Eyes
Eyes that show us the world we live in
Eyes that give vivid pictures in our minds
Eyes that let us see the wonder
Eyes that make up our own experiences
Racism does not exist,
says the well-off white man living on the hill
Racism does not exist,
Says the woman who had never been asked to drop her bag in the store
In America, we are free
To do what we wish
Thus, with joy we cry
And oh how we pray
That freedom has not died
For if she dies we are lost
In this world that we live in, we’re all God’s children
But how does it make sense that somehow I’m the exception
I’m unique, I’m me, I’m one in a million
Alisha, how are you?
Did you cross under the rainbow?
What the Afghan storytellers tell thier children,
So they can become who they want to be..
Thought about writing a song for you,
I press my forehead against your cheek,A hypochondriac child desperately pleas with fear,“Am I sick? Am I sick?”
So, I poem about me? Well,
Me isn't the me you see.
At least on the outside,that is.
Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen something you're not?
The human world is a mess,
A Disney quote one might know,
So many problems we need to address,
To end the pain and stop the woe.
There’s isms galore constantly around us,
if so fucking tired of feeling likeim not who im supposed to befrom best friends stopping to talking to me and people invalidating my identity
Land of the free
Home of the brave
As long as you're white
And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
he's such a fag
that's so gay
words that you hear everyday
they might even be things that you say
Dysphoria Sucks
These feelings can suck my non-existent dick
but shit
That just makes the dysphonia worse
doesn’t it?
My dysphoria peaks when my estrogen levels do
