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I hate how glamorized being transgender is in the media. It’s not all sunshine, and rainbows, and butterflies. Well, it is rainbows, but that's not the point.
She pauses, outside the crossroads that read "Men" and "women" Most would call this a bathroom She calls this Russian Roulette Tunnel vision, heartbeat skipping
Sometimes I’m fine. Sometimes I’m just a little tired. You know? I know you get what I mean.
It is trans day of remembrance Another vigilAnother memorialMore and more lost each year
January 8th 2009, a beautiful baby girl is born into this world. She’s 7 pounds and 15 ounces. She’s 20 ½ inches. She is the perfect bundle of joy. Everybody loves her.
A lot of people take it for granted. But I wouldn’t. Give me what I want. Give me what I need. All I want to do is live in the utopia everyone says this is.
I want to be a boy in the way they are. I want a round chest because it’s so muscular. Not because my body needs a place to hold milk for a child that’ll never exist.
The rules to passing as a man to the general public. Step 1 Cut your hair. Your long gorgeous thick hair. Yeah? You love it?
I wish I felt like a girl. I wish I could enjoy having long hair, hip dips, my lovehandles , a big butt, and perky breasts. I wish I liked being seen as a girl.
Do you think I chose this? Why would this be a choice? Who chooses to pay thousands of dollars in medical debt?
There is a boyThe boy is namedLondon.Yes, the city works.But the boy rarelyhas the energy to see sights like thecity his name is fromanymore.The boy doesn't livelike other boys do.
I'm suffocating in the bigotry Surrounding me This life is so old and dead to me but it's stuck on me like a fucking leech. I wanna be myself But for now I'll be someone else
I thought those mean boys were my first love Until you found me I fell so hard At first sight, they say. You made my blind spots bigger Every year So I would notice less And love you more
This is my gay poem My poem about pride And about finally coming out to my parents after 23 years But you know some news falls on cotton-filled ears Never bothering to ask where they got the cotton from.
I was 16 years old when I finally realized that I was gay. When I finally understood why I had so many girlfriends, But could barely speak to other boys I was 16 years old when I first kissed a boy
My senior year of high school I joined the school’s swim team Not because I particularly liked the idea of spending my afternoons mindlessly swimming laps in a public pool. Or the smell of chlorine in my hair
I love when a man is nervous to talk to me for the first time Not in a masochistic way Or a rude way I just love the way they blush Or the way they trip on their words Or fidget with their fingers
Straight people can be so nosy sometimes There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom. But at the same time none of you really do And honestly I don’t understand.
First: Jesus loves you. Even if he is the only man who does at the moment. Two: your sexuality and your religion are not mutually exclusive and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
They call me a slut They call me a slut because I sleep around I guess that’s what they call it They call me a slut because I am good at making men feel good I am good at making men feel good because it makes me feel good.
Is that really us? What happened to our graphic tees? The white tube socks? Do we always cuff our jeans now? How do you make it look that neat? We never really do neat Or I guess we never used to.
You ask me why, But it is so hard to answer. Because even I don't know. How to form the words, How to describe my thoughts, How to describe my feelings. I am not fluent. My mind cannot be translated.
Depression is a drag queen She sashays across the floor Covered in sparkles and makeup So you almost forget. You almost forget how alone you feel How the bar is empty
A pretty pink caterpillar plays her part perfectly She knows what’s expected of her Though sometimes she wonders… What if she doesn’t want to be pretty and pink?
[NOTE: I'm a non-binary person, my pronouns are they/them. At the beggining of the poem, I talk about the period of time I considered myself a girl. When I start speaking in first personand I talk about "they" I'm talking about myself.
The year I was born Was the same year Matthew Shepard was murdered The same year blood filled our televisions And anger burned our throats The year I was born was when everything changed
My family means the world to me. It's somewhat like a big huge tree. Our love grows roots further than the eye can see. What my family feels like to me.
I could never write love poems til I met you. Could never describe how it felt to love To love as deeply as I do As I have I could never write love poems without them becoming tear drops on the paper
Friday night, first week of May, you brought me here like a child. Hungry for new experiences. A new world. Scared that that world might not accept him as he is. Nervous.That night we drank, we danced, we laughed, and we kissed….
I never told my parents I was gay. Never mentioned that I would not be giving them grandchildren. An eleven year old’s mind, full of insecurity, but eleven year old’s will listen. Listen to the news that you watch
Loud! Proud! And under attack, We don't want victims, This city, It lacks, Loud! Proud!! We've fought for a name, No way can you bring us all down, To a shame
“Pick a side,” they say. I laugh. I don’t get to pick. I have always been taught to pick the right side. Never to question. But I’m curious. The wrong side looks... New. Fresh.
It’s A CRISIS... It’s A CRISIS... !!! MAN Their Talk Is PRICELESS... !!! It’s A CRISIS When Ish’ Happens To Them... ?!? Like Gun Violence That Leads To DEATH... !!! But When It’s BLACKS... !!!
Let us save the innocence For the last time I will say this ALL BLACK LIVES MATTER. No matter politicals, sexual, or religious views
I watch her She breathes And silently, I ask her Marry me The words catch in my throat so evilly For the sake of what
I find her in my bedroom, grinning, Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down “I just needed a kirby grip.” She stiffens up, stands straight,
When i was young I dream of a perfect love. As i look up to the sky, i see myself having groom and being a bride.
Oh my sweet boy You who were once my morningstar Far away and too far gone Lost amidst the endless sea Drowning you with each crushing wave
You make fun of my voice.Likening it to a chickenThe tears roll off my cheekLike the waterfalls of the NiagaraAre you a boy or a girlAre you queer or gay?Why limit me to the binaryFor you feel entitled cisquoI never will understand theeFor you sa
The grave hollows the liesThat are performativeFor it reveals my own bondageShake the blocks crushing down my skirtSo it crumbles down the mirror of delusion
It's just those kids that are a little bit off, when a teacher calls their name and they struggle not to cough And ,,Girls on the right and boys on the left" is a terrifying statement
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
it's like being a dandelion in a field of flowersyou look like them, you smell like them, you feel like them but you're a weed
Cutting through the dark It's a cold, it's a dark which dwell in my shivering heart My fears make me chasing through the losses I bear, All these pieces which are falling apart.
Spreading my lashes outwards to the sun, moon and stars. Connecting bodies as a rhizome, Emerging here and there, lost in nowhere. Moulding rhythms, rhymes, tones, flights and falls between the words.
I've been uprooted thrice. First found no comfort in being myself. By being swept off the ground. The people hanged stigma over With voices harsh and loud Second, the state failed to make me proud
Remain untouched by the love and acceptance of the other Stay beyond of life and people's circles You're all alone The best you can do is to hide yourself from your mother
she made me feel so happy… so why did I feel so trapped? I felt that I had finally found a person in this world who genuinely cared for me—and who I genuinely cared for back—and simultaneously that I was drowning where I stood.
For once I’m actually happy Despite all the shit that happens, She makes my day better It doesn’t matter if my parents don’t “agree” with it My dad and I butt heads all the time
Inspire to be or not to be. Inspire to be better, Better for yourself, Better for your family, Better for your next encounter. Inspiration must be your mindset.
Every time someone asks me about my gender, I get a stomach ache in my brain, Palms sweat as a battle between truths and lies appear,
Little do they know, As they march along the streets, bearing flags upon their shoulders— As they raise their banners high with faces strong and filled with purpose—
It is impossible to say what she is like as she is incomparable to most earthly things She's not a wildflower, she is a whole meadow A secret kept by the forest
I remember the first poem I ever wrote about you how at first I had no intention to share it with you I'd never written anyone a poem -- at least not that I'd shared with them
I think about a lot of things when I stare into space, But when asked, those things immediately fly out of my head Then I remember them later and think Thank God I didn't say that
I sometimes believe that someday You will wake up Next to me And wonder how and why you settled for what you see I fear my pretty words
Insecure, she says I look at her across the table and think you're perfect I have a vendetta against whoever made her feel less than just that She deserves more than
You. It always comes back to you. You say you know you will hurt meBut you don't want to. I am terrified, so fucking scared. The thought makes my heart pound,my ears ring,my mouth dry.
I want to be the kind of girl people write songs about The kind that strangers fall in love withwhen they see her on the bus The kind who inspires paintings, compositions, books, poetry
I am an ocean Restless, impatient, wildly emotional, unpredictable I am the ocean And you are the sky I reflect you Your mystery and raw beauty When you are clear and bright,I glitter in the sun
Buck teeth and bright eyes I was eight years old, I spent my days out on the playground all alone in the cold right by the fence where I would watch traffic behind the monkey bars
When she came to me I tried to warn her Despite the danger I know I pose I drew her in anyway A carnivorous flower So intriguing So pretty to look at You draw near it
I am terrible at reading peopleBut I want to read her She’s the kind of book I want to read cover to coverThen start all over again A book I would keep with meAlways learning new things from it
White, empty walls Followed by White, blank pages A cold, vacant stare Lights flickering Unfortunately, she is home A padlock on the door Melt down the key Into something
Somewhere Between dreaming And waking The line Is so Blurry That I Can convince Myself That you Are really Beside me That The blankets
I own the rod I own the staff You walk through the valley I make the path You fear no evil No shadow of death I comfort you With every breath
Painted walls, guide my rough fingertips Cracked movements trip my aloof mind, Feeling distinct Familiar even, A cool autumn breeze runs up my spine, Prickling my skin into reality.
it's the sound of rain out her window late may it's the way the sun danced off her eyes on the train it's how we laid there under the trees reading
They didn’t tell you that cherry cola was wrong, but they let you know it was. They said that only the sick minded drank it, declared from a broken and cracked pulpit
How sickly sweet is my lover A sinful candy, pink like her lips that soothe my questioning mind
I will love who I want, kiss who I want, and no one should not respect me because of that. I don't care if you think it's wrong, it's right to me, and that's all that matters.
He is thirteen Navigating school hallways and people and the nooks and crannies of his developing body But one thing he can't figure out Is what's wrong with him
Disclaimer: Before reading this piece, I want you to know these are not my own values and beliefs but the beliefs of men who indulge in toxic masculinity and stupidity on a daily basis. Thank you for your time. •
I knew you would understand, However, we were truly scared. We heard stories of what they would do, See it all over the news...so why wouldn't we be scared? I'm the eldest, so she looked up to me,
This is a confession, handcuffed, miranda righted confession I killed a girl. I killed a girl and I liked it but- I hate to say that she never existed.
after Marina and the Diamonds
This will be hard to put out there But, I know, it'll be worth it. Life isn't fair. I've never thought about who I am. I could be Bi, Asexual, Homo, or Pan. All of these thoughts could be real.
Smooth was your touch Softer than the eyes of any man that could ever gaze upon me Sticky were those fingers For once you held me in those hands I was yours Warm were those amber eyes
The scratchy stubble and broken dress straps she's sent plummeting, my Cinderella The sorrow and shame spliter her like cracks Crimson stains the backs of the angel's hands
My Youth The World, the world, the world, Tiny, Big the world, It’s round or square, it’s in the Air! It’s here or there, it’s everywhere, It’s Blue, Green and full of We. It’s We the People, the Strong and Free.
i sat in my us history class 4 years ago watching my spirit slowly split from my body and i wondered if everyone saw what i saw watching from the outside in, a spectator to my own body.
i sat in my us history class 4 years ago watching my spirit slowly split from my body and i wondered if everyone saw what i saw watching from the outside in, a spectator to my own body.
We live in a country where, we become aware of political issues through songs. Songs stating, "This is America" its just not fair. Children being ripped away from their mothers,
I fight the darkness of the heart The hidden and dangerous part Closed with a bolt, local and key The secret of forgotten past left to be Lost, there is no way I see out, Deepening darkness creates my doubt
No matter the circumstance We'll stick together like glue For this is our romance And I love you
There was a newspaper headline a few days ago ‘America Is Weeping’ All I could think was So you chose to join the party?
Her bare back moves with each breath as she sleeps into the late morning. A tattoo on her shoulder peers over the covers, as her glasses sit on the table adjacent to the bed. I want to take in all of her-
Even though the topic of sex makes me feel uncomfortable, there is a problem that needs to be addressed. For years in school, they teach us about sex between a man and a woman,
It started with a confession “I love you” But what about- “I love you”
There is a facade, a thing you don't see But here we're all stuck on "he" or "she" And forget there is more than that to me.
To my 18-year-old self, I know you are scared Because it took you forever To admit to yourself That you might be gay. I know you’re confused Because you’ve liked boys before, too
Will you ask me to stay? I don't know what went wrong, We were supposed to last long. I tried my very best, But you ended up just like the rest.
August 23, 2017 Dear Mom, Please read this entire letter through and don't skip around; read this before opening the email I sent you. Please keep an open mind. I love you!
Terrible. Tasteless. Taboo. All are words to describe, What I long for. It doesn't hurt me, It doesn't hurt you, So why does it matter? Terrific.
Dear Donald Drumpf, I don’t quite see the appeal Of a walrus wearing a toupee Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay The country is in shambles
You come into this world with the reassurance of acceptance and love.
the first goodbye is hardest and the second is easier once you get used to leaving walking away is numbed but i was never the one to walk away just watched you leave so each goodbye stings
Grandfather, I thought you loved me? You said it as you held me close. All the times we laughed with glee, And when we would garden outside. Then we were in your room, I froze I begged for you to leave me be
Mom, I’m gay I’ll talk to you later. I’m sorry (but not really), I’m in love with a girl. She is stunning, My heart is full.
Everyday girls stand on the scales, and cry. They look in the mirror and cry. They look at themselves, see themselves as fat when they are fading away to skin and bone.
Because I love you... I'll support your decisions, Stand by you during your transitions, Be on your side in the hardest times, Give you hugs even when midnight chimes,
-Open My Heart- Give me lifeWake me up in the morning,Kiss me at the crack of dawn and tell me that you love me.Show me that your expectations can exceed my expectancy.
Cherishing otherwise completely normal interactions A glance my way, a smile, a laugh, the shortest sentence. But she's with another person. Another girl.
rapunzel, rapunzel let down your hair a girl with long golden tresses trapped in a tower of fear and shame a girl with a secret: rainbow heart hidden under golden waves
A sigh was all it took To make his sorrow grow As he whispered it into The night Leaning against the bannister His blue eyes searched the Vast darkness ahead of him
Take me to Atlantis, the wide array of sea life. I want to be where the merpeople are, and sing their songs of seas. Take me to Atlantis where I may meet my Princess, and she will meet hers.
She don't belong to me, another woman has her heart. Saddened with grief, I cry the tears of memories missed. Will I ever love another woman just the same? Perhaps better?
Today I met a friend Someone Strong and funny and out going Someone small and frial. Someone faint of heart I met someone knowledgeable but that wasn't my friend
Once upon a time... There was a young lad named Cinderfella Who lived with his stepfather, and his hideous step brothers And they abused this poor lad hella It had gotten worse since the death of his mother.
They locked her away put that dyke away shes frozen in her bones breasts like ice cream cones they told her date that man but around the room she scans spotting melted girls
Love “was a Greek God who only desired Beauty. Though he himself was never beautiful, he constantly had and lacked beautiful things and people—he was, at once, never beautiful nor ugly.”
Since when did it matter who you love? when did loving someone of the same sex become a crime? since when did religion stop being included in the first amendment? when did believing in something different cause mass panic?
I. Forgive me, father, for I have sinned II. Fluorescent lights contrast dawn the Sun has yet to break
six letters. one word. Faggot. two syllables that make any queer kid in-or-out of the closet feel nothing less than unwanted unloved
America the Great. America that is mixed like a blender but judges based on race and a someone's gender. America the Great. Why do you hate me? Is it the color of my face?
Oh America, where are You heading? Are You welcoming the refugees? Although You used to, now you’re not willing To help those special people in need. Looking at You from the Old Continent
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
America is violence. America is a land, “where all men are created equal” But what happens when those men are people of color, Islamic, gay, or female.
Dear America, You suck Opening statement: 'you suck' The common phrase of common folk; terrible I have severe chronic depression, insomnia, social anxiety, and yes, I identify as a pansexual
Born in 1999, a Northwest city. Three sisters and three brothers, parents with no college degree and one income. But what do I know, of the riots, police brutality,
Can someone explain this conundrum to me?
America the free But are we really free? Striving to contain a positive image Looking into the mirror Not many like what they see Remain a healthy mindset is what I strive to do
America is not free, not until everyone has the same rights as you and me. We? Us? Them? Who am I to say we are the same. They fight to walk down the streets. I fight just to marry the man of my dreams.
how can so much hate come from within a land known as great? there is no end to this fight for humanity to give in is to give away your sanity.
bittersweet is a girl with two left feet somehow wanting to dance into my life and making me feel again bittersweet
That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been Confusing when it’s who I am.
Sometimes it's the little things
it’s not easy to explain, or maybe it’s easy But i just don’t know the right words or maybe i have the right words
Today more than ever, we face a time where we need to be heard. Today more than ever, we have to work together, because acts of hate won't stop us, they are a remainder that there is a lot work to be done;
When I was thirteen, I knew exactly who I was going to marry. He would be tall, and strong, with black hair and even blacker eyes. He would be my protector.
I'm angry I have no idea why the fuck why, but if I did, I'd do something about it I'm angry If I knew why the hell I was angry I'd tell you. But I don't, so I won't, because I can't I'm angry
Dear mom, She never had to be beautiful for me to love her. But she is and I guess that's what makes it that much harder. I think it's the way she talks, her mouth like a cracked pen cap
There is this boy that I once knew, He had a barbed wire smile, And an equally as rough kiss. I held his shaking hands, And kissed his scarred arms,
You're broken and shattered Now bleeding and torn. You feel unloved and unwanted So you smile but we know its fake. You say you're fine but it's a lie
Her freckles. They were so beautiful. I only noticed how beautiful they were when I saw what she was blind to.
RED is the violence our kind faces a discrimination that surpasses religion and races An ORANGE tinge outlines our scars. A reminder of Injustice comitted this June, in an Orlando gay bar.
these two situations are not ideal in combination: being thirteen, and realizing that gay is a synonym for your name. but that was my summer before eighth grade.
She was my friend. Blonde, green-eyed, Fair skinned and delicate. She was perfect in more ways then one. And I fell for her. She was a flower, Beautiful and dainty.
That moment, where words from my mind Flow through my hand and into my pen That moment, when all of the thoughts Become organized, and no longer scream Are you listening?! Can you hear me... Do you even care?
my father tells me to be quieter as i’m washing the dishesso he can hear the news,hear about the 102 people shot in orlando last weekendand the candlelight vigil i didn’t attend because i had to work
AT AGE 5 I UNDERSTOOD LOVE BETTER THAN I EVER HAVE. YOUNG, NAIVE, PURE. HADN'T BEEN GRINDED DOWN INTO THE PAVEMENT YET. DIDN'T HAVE A SCAR RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE OF MY BARELY BEATING HEART.
What's to be said for gun control? Don't you realise that everyone lying now dead Had the chance to carry, to defend themselves But went to the nightclub empty-handed instead?
Loving her is like loving the stars Cold Lonely But so very beautiful.
Nobody should die becuase of love. They should not die because of hate. People may die of illness. People may die of old age. Why kill over differences? Why kill over your hate?
Dedicated to the family members and victims of the Orlando Tragedy When the moon kisses the seas, The oceans turn red. When the nation mourns the lost, Our hearts turn red. Night falls…
to sin with love is to quite simply love, to judge someone's love is like judging art. you may not like the sight or even see the point but to others it may feel just right.
The heart behind his false chest The voice so weak from shaking breaths The blood so damn unnecessary The mirror lies. His body's scary. She is a stranger. A ghost. A monster.
I’m pretty sure that public bathrooms might just be the most important invention of our modern world, I mean think about it,
Eyes of green bottleglass and amber, not gems faceted but true stare acutely at dotted marks on field and of blue, while silver moonlight hair and skin of sweet ice cream are dim and fade
Desire thrives best under pressure. Examine, for instance, the fragmented poetry of Sappho: for how many years did those tattered scraps of Papyrus survive?
I hear America laughing, a contagious melody of delight Jokes and songs and amusing things, finding pleasure in the simple joys of life But we do not laugh at racism, inequality, or discrimination
The Dreams of Tomorrow Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
I knew a girl who got her hair set on fire Her things stolen, ruined because, a girl, she desired "Kill yourself, fag." But is being gay so wrong? Well, she listened to them and now she is gone.
resilient resilent me, like a bouncing ball one world to another, down every street- bouncing bouncing I can run at top speed, at the drop of a hat block out loud sounds-
occasionally you meet a person or people who strike your heart like a hammer to a bell. it hurts when they don't return the feeling. they become the reason for the cracks
Boys are only half of the equation. Many seasons ago I discovered both males and females. And there is no way to predict who will or who will not clear the chasm.
Women are women no matter the sex and men are men in the most of respects, you may be mixed if you wish, or both if thats what you want, you could be neither if you prefer,
I am here to represent all thos
Young girl, 14 years old
I've known I like boys and girls
It's not my right to judge, Its not my right to judge someone's sexual preference
You are either a girl or a boy, and that's it, right?You can be one or the other, not both and not neither.That's what I've been told, and I try to believe it with all my might,But I know how I feel, you don't.
I think in pictures, not words.
You're not the determination of myself worth
I'm Seventeen. I talked to my counselor today. The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
Amidst a 'naturally beautiful' movement, I cut off all of my hairSo that people could ask why.Some days, I don't know.
Was what he said to me as I told him what I am he threw me out, on the streets and I am singin' its who I am! so what if I'm a demon? Ive heard you scream it all before, am I not, a human being?
She is, in essence, all things. She is the universe embodied, and every tiny speck of dust within it. In her infiniteness, she draws all who meet her in and gives them a piece of her.
I never thought that it would hurt me, When I used you as a cover up, I pretended to love you as opposed to the one girl that, Never mind, You would never understand it, I wanted Gabby so bad, But I didn't want to come out of the closet yet, So I
Dear Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you.
Thank you five, thank you places— don’t break curtain, crack that imaginative fourth wall where the boys must be chasing you; aren’t they lining up at your door? “We know”,
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies, You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise, It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
I'm the girl behind the curtain,
A smile, A laugh. Calculative, precise. "What a beautiful young Woman you are, ready to please the perfect Man that is required for a Healthy Happy Normal life."
Can you and I make love in the dark? So I won't have to face reality So my imagination can create the scene of what is instilled in me to be right. Can you and I make love in the dark?
As a woman I am told to be quiet Keep it down They try to keep me down Below you, looking up On my knees, I exist only in ways that service you They want me to hear, not to speak
Sometimes when we are standing alone in the kit
We all attempt to know ourselves. As people, we are born and the process begins. Exploration of body and mind, Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes, We search for answers.
This heart is at peace, finally. It has been one hell of a journey.
he's such a fag that's so gay words that you hear everyday they might even be things that you say
i thought i was faulty attributed a lack of sexuality to the fact that be i was hurt by a man who said he loved me
I Exist Though you may try to find some sort of bubble to put me in To maybe keep my unnaturalness from trying to infect you To maybe make yourself feel better when you can "see past it"
When you told them your preferred pronoun,
i want to shout my love's name from rooftops and i want to make the whole world know she's mine i see my love in everything there is because my love is as soft as skin and as brave as the ocean tide
If I was somehow granted the choice To change any day if my life It would be the day I came out. I would change even the tiniest of details.
No one knows the anxiety I face Never understanding the difficulties of being in my place I'm a man, in a womens shell Forever living every day in my dysphoric hell. I'm used to being just another guy,
i want to wear pastels and cute skirts and expensive stockings but i hate it when people call me a "girl"
"she" is a word i am starting to hate not inherently only when used for me and i say in my head "'they' or 'it', please" but silence is king
"A" does not stand for "ally" it is us overlooked and denied we are not broken we are complete we do not need your precious ritual "A"
we are forever mute a community of silence we speak loud and clear to have words snapped up by our brethren they all say "speak up" and we do
Small towns with big voices No wandering sheet music can be found here I have no reason to search for it, I haven’t heard a stray tune The chorus has its prose, and its stories, and I hear them and feel nothing
filling out papers two options in front of me male female i am forced to mark the latter because even two years later the whole conversation meant absolutely nothing to you
I've never held a beverage to my lips I imagine beer tastes just like piss And I can't believe I'm sober as I'm saying this But I'm sure I've tasted intoxication. You're just like the bottom of a bottle
i spent the first 5 years saying hes so amazing and hes so sweet hes so kind and hes so cute
Straight What is ‘lesbian’? Not me, I swear I’m ‘normal’ Curious My best friend Likes girls, I guess It’s not that odd
"Erasure," It's a word that's been Thrown around lately Something That has unfortunately Been brought to my attention Because it is about me, It is me. I have been "erased"
I'm with Biology
It's dark and alone in here But I still bite my tongue because it's better I don't mind the spiders and ghouls The reward means so much greater I would rather be what I am not To please my own kin
They ask me why I write the words that I do, What are my intentions? To be heard In the seemingly inescapable noise of societies chaos and noise pollution,
My heart sunk to my feet and I don't think there's enough blood running through my body for me to even think. Like a fool, I thought I could store the memories of you hidden in a box locked away deep,
I look outside my window I see a man This man is your average man, yet he is not this man is holding hands with another man He is kissing and hugging this man I see people, people staring and laughing.
I was walking through school during lunch one day when I heard at once a peculiarly snobbish voice saying "I just don't understand it," and so you see, I simply had to turn and look.
It’s been a couple months. The pictures are all gone. But there's no delete button For the pictures in my head. Or the words that you said. I’ve convinced myself that I’m over you.
I'm lost in the sense of who I am and who I'm supposed to be. My brain and heart work just fine but they have the hardest time communicating. Don't tell me how to feel because I've known
That is not how a lady sits For she crosses her legs and you hang there with yours wide open That is not how a lady laughs For she giggles and blushes while you snort and smirk That is not how a lady stands
Growing up, chang
In 7th grade, I knew I was gay I didn't think it was normal Not to be straight So I cut up my skin And took a lot of drugs I drank a lot of alcohol And gave lots of boys hugs
My History book calls it The Gay Liberation Movement An entire 4 sentences Wedged between a paragraph on the Students for Democracy And a fat page on Woodstock
The life I see before me, Is only a path of scrutiny. If I could change one thing, One thing only. It would be the change where Everyone is equal. No hate, no fear, no decrimination.
As I wash my hands the cheerleaders change into their new uniforms they don't know that I am washing my ring which takes more time than my hands they snicker and call me queer
I was in love with the wayyou always knew what you wantedhow you walked like you were the most important person in the roomI was smitten with your tiny bodyand how feminine you sounded when you laughed
Sitting on the red bench The busted, rusted, nasty school bench The place I used to go when the teacher had enough of me What an ugly word Benched. Sitting on the red bench
You look at me,
"we'll pray for youyou're just confused.it's just a phase.everyone goes through this." goes through what, exactly?
My eyes have been wide openSince as long as I can remember."Love" was a word, an action, an emotionThat was second nature to me.
From the very first breath at fresh life she wasn't there. It didn't occur until I relapsed that I was eight when she came back. And they told me to love her even though she left me for the boys.
It started with that first girl
Everyday I live in discrimination as a LGBT first generation I only hide, deep down inside calming down my long frustration I sometimes feel the need to 'come out'
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I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but they told me that it was against the dress code. The little numbers that indicated "good behavior" on my grade report made me shudder, nails in the coffin of a complacent existence.
Hey, you’re fat, you’re skinny, you’re black, you’re gay too tall, too short, too white, too tan; more than anything they’ll ever be. You can’t be black without ghetto and baggy pants following your name?
I'm holding this girlHolding her in my arms tonightI refuse to fall asleepAnd give this moment over to my dreams
“Where the Moon Sleeps”
I wish I could tell you about myself: that I love the whole spectrum of gender and that I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin that I want to peel it all away and become new
Not all things are as easy as they seem, A country of love, home of the brave, land of the free, But that's not entirely true, in fact it's a good bit false, We claim to love each other but it's not the right cause,
Straight girl walks in a crooked line Straight to hell, ignoring the signs. Nothing is straight under pressure, Living under a forever broken spine. Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
Since a young age I've been plagued My mind set a certain way By fairy tales They taught me That happily ever after Always follows the end And the princes marry princesses and that's it
I see people walking byAnd I wonder what it's likeDo they see what I seeWhen they look at you with meThen I think of what I'd sayIf they ever asked why I feel this way
She loved you, Couldn't you see? From left to right, Her heart was set on you. I write in awe, But thankful I am. You were what once filled her heart, But now I am what love means to her.
sleeping with my mother in her wide bed, the cold windows shed blue radiance over our form. her sturdy arms were flung over me; here i was safe, comfortable like in a velvet cage.
You sent me three text messages last night: "I’m drunk as fuck over the toilet man"The nightmares beneath my skinthreaten to possess the shell ofmy body.I am nothing buta diseased corpse.
In the wind I flow, anywhere is where I will go. Oh-so, soft and slow. Tell me who I am. I am fragile as a lamb, but mean as a ram. In the wind I flow,
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
Free Baby beluga in the deep blue sea You swim so wild and you swim so free Heaven above and the sea below
You see things with envy, through your holy,and pure eyesAnything different, you simply despise“One must live proper, a man and his wife”We’d love to live peacefully, hopeful and true
I never understood what was so different about LGBTQ people that they got treated so differently I never understood why sometimes my uncle had to hide who he really was from society
these red viscous drops that paints our banner's stars and straps fake smiles and all these props it spreads like chicken pox and it cant be contained or put in a box obvious to the trained mind
One day I’ll liberate my soul; my own mishaps have created the insecurities that soon will fade away into a cloud of dust.
US History. 5th hour. I sat in the farthest left row, four seats back. You sat one row to the right, three seats back.
Why does looking at her inspire this feeling in my mind between my thighs that i can't control
Who I love should not define who I am as a person.Why can you love her, butI can’t?What evolutionary methods refuse to releaseme from this cycle.Where can I go for my rights should not be a question.
I smile outwardly to you because I don't need your pity, You see me as a happy, bubbly, and sparkling young woman. Did you ever realize that beyond my smile my eyes are filled with stories I'll never say with my lips?
You fell through the sky Hitting cement To break into a new dimension Where you can fly, And now your body And spirit exist In different planes. The chicken and the egg,
They lock you up They take pieces of you Inch by inch Try to force you Into silence Into willful captivity Caged birds cannot fly But they can still sing Do not let your song be silenced
See that girl sitting over there? Rumor has it that in the ninth grade she and a senior boy with a movie poster face and a Hollister body went at it in the bushes at Sarah Something-Or-Other's 18th birthday party
I have a voice; Strong and loud. Can make people listen, People in the crowd. I know right from wrong; I'm not sitting in a cloud. I'll scream till you hear me; Scream really loud!
Statements that stay behind closed doors, they stay in the room Hover above your head Seep into your mind fall into your river of thoughts Sink deep into your conscious Straying off to your emotions
I look back at the few years in my life and I imagine what it would have been like to NOT have gone through what I did to become the person I am today. Mistreated. Abused.
Living in confusion? I know who I like. She, her. She, her. Keeping to myself. I am judged by the judged, I am strangled by religion. Beat me up and break me down. I am still alive.
Love is love “Gender doesn’t define love.” Why is it people judge what they don’t understand? Homo, faggot, dyke, queer! Out of all the pain we mostly hold in fear. We endure and we take all we can.
I rather be called handsome than beautiful I rather be called he than she And i rather you say his than hers Not miss but sir you don't know how it feels How it feels to feel this hurt
(poems go Love, a feeling, a sentiment, a knowledge.... I love her. Her scent. Her feel. Her touch..... She awakens me, and frightens me, as she lies next to me. My hand through her her hair.
How would you feel walking down the street? Minding your own business just being a teen When a group of people behind you come to attack Only because in their eyes you’re a “fag”
Luke and Emily and Zoe and John, and Josh and Mira and Rabia, and Jane, Rose, Mary, Helen and Radha, and Jyoti, Michelle, Cait, and Brittany, and Tyrone and Jenny and Lalainee, and Matt and Ellie,
To sit back and watch That is not how I do it I stand up and say aloud I am who I am A gay man I do not hide anymore I do not let words define who I am I stand amongst the crowd
my fingers fit consummately in between his and when i rest my head on his chest it rises and falls in a perfect rhythm i feel closer to him then i have ever felt to anyone else and oh the things his mouth and hands create they remind me of what it
There are people under the steeple Who can’t keep their eyes off the peep-hole. Why are their minds so weak and feeble? It’s misunderstood, so deem it evil. Mr. Man sits in Congress so regal,
Those eyes we see We walk down the isle All I can have is a simple smile I know all the hostility we create It does no matter I still have her All LGBTYQ We All Love You.
They say we are equal. Why the bullying? Do you think it's fun? Is it satisfying? The way you treat them? They say we are equal.
My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain