'Gender' transgender
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I wasnt a boy back thenI wasnt a girl, eitherA boy denied boyhoodA girl misplacedA child left ashamed
It is trans day of remembrance
Another vigilAnother memorialMore and more lost each year
Stuck
Im stuck
Stuck inside a body thats not mine
Stuck with a name i never wanted
Bound to a character in a show i never tried out for
Someday ill break out of this cage im in
But for now im
He left. I couldn’t help. He left me.
Again.
But did he?
The anxiety.
The pain.
The fear.
The nightmares.
As I stood Crying into my mahogany lined mirror Tracing the curves that curse meThe wood reminds me of soft spots where it is solidThe wood dark and musky, masculine in nature mocks my feminine bodyMy body’s looking wrongThe mirror distorts and po
Dear Deadname,
You are a gorgeous young woman.
You will do many great things.
You have a beautiful smile,
And a gorgeous face.
A tender feeling, a place to remember
Plenty of nescient people nearby
Small local shops owned by families of eight
Indistinguishable back roads and ways out the state
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
I long for the feeling of being myself
Will this ever stop?
Thoughts are racing,
Slowly but surely I’m becoming more and more of myself,
And each step I take,
Family
They are everything
To the outsider, we are perfect.
No rough edges. No problems. No imperfections.
No one sees the internal workings of a broken machine.
emptiness is a closet full of your old clothes,
ill-fitting and unnatural,
waiting to be brought out.
it seems crazy to know they were once part of you.
You forward my calls
You tell all the lies
Everyone believes
And it all transpires
I just need you
But you don’t want me
The family of four
They threw me away
Didn’t want five
They say I play
Too many games
And bring sorrow
Paint
by Jaylen Espinoza
You paint me every day
Since I was born
Tell me what I am
Who I can be
I need to numb the hurt
I cannot face this hurt
When it looks so much like you
I pick up swords
To fight you off
But they turn to sand in my palms
Today won’t you hold him tightTell him he is not aloneTell him he is man enough, he is handsome, he is strong
'It's a choice'
I wish.
Because if it was a choice,
I would choose to wake up
every day
to a body that matches
my mind
If it was a choice,
A Phase Ago By: L Bonaccio
A phase ago I was stark, eager to please, and conflicted
I constantly reassign the person I am to fit into a box so I won’t end up alone
