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I have a confession
A secret
Of sorts
It's not a joke
A phase
Or a hope
I had a scared thought
So long ago now
Judgment and fear
It intrigued me
On new levels
Of sensation and change
I feel as though I am trapped
Perhaps here
Or perhaps in life
I want to admit now
That I am changing
To better my survival
My body may be foreign
With these God-awful breasts and hips
But I can transform
That's what I do
I have a confession
A secret
Of sorts
I am a human
Perhaps you can't see
But I promise you'll find I don't lie
Gender is beneath me
I want to be free
I will transform
Just wait and you'll see.
A secret
Of sorts
It's not a joke
A phase
Or a hope
I had a scared thought
So long ago now
Judgment and fear
It intrigued me
On new levels
Of sensation and change
I feel as though I am trapped
Perhaps here
Or perhaps in life
I want to admit now
That I am changing
To better my survival
My body may be foreign
With these God-awful breasts and hips
But I can transform
That's what I do
I have a confession
A secret
Of sorts
I am a human
Perhaps you can't see
But I promise you'll find I don't lie
Gender is beneath me
I want to be free
I will transform
Just wait and you'll see.
Literature
My Nightmare
I woke in the middle of the night
one hazy day not too long ago
I rolled tiredly off my bed
and glanced over my shoulder
at my girlfriend who was sleeping soundly next to me
I walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway
until I saw something out of the corner of my eye
I turned to face a stranger standing there
right in front of me
my eyes met theirs
but instead of fear
I was filled with sorrow and anguish
for a moment we both stood there
frozen
studying each other
from what we were wearing
and each others scars and bruises
to reaching down into each others soul
and seeing the torment we both shared
I saw their struggle
Literature
Transgender poem.
I hate this name.
I hate this body.
I hate these hips.
I hate these breasts.
I hate the reflection.
I hate being in the closet.
I hate living 2 different lives.
I hate having to go into girls bathrooms.
I hate having to change in the girl's locker room.
I hate having to look at my name on school work.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate hearing 'she' and 'her'.
I hate trying to explain to people.
I hate feeling so depressed.
I hate being the 'boyish girl'.
I hate not being able to wear my boxers because I'm afraid people will ask questions when I'm in the locker room.
I hate being so awkward.
I hate getting undressed.
I hate m
Literature
Transsexuals Have It Easy
Do not weep, dollface, for transsexuals have it easy.
Because the battered and bullied threw hir frustrated hands into the sky
And ze walks the waking world alone,
Do not weep.
Transsexuals have it easy.
Cruel, accusing eyes of the Transphobic individuals,
Ignorant beings who can't see beyond their own eyes,
They don't seem to understand.
"Told" by their "gods" that the LGBTQ spectrum is of the devil
And anything of the "devil" is an enemy that must die --
An "enemy" who is no different than you or I.
Do not weep, beautiful, for transsexuals have it easy.
Because your family disowned you,
Friends abandoned you, hating you for bei
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And yet again, I admit.
I can't be happy with my female pronouns.
I can't be happy with my female pronouns.
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