Poems from Trans-and-tired
Just a 17-year-old trans dude who is just trying to make it through the world and uses writing as a way of expressing his feelings.
The first time I was given a hint about who I am was from the mouth of an elementary school child in the form of a taunt
She was my best...
I had no clue
I kind of figured
I don't care
What the hell is wrong with you
I will try and remember
Whatever
I have heard it...
T is for the traumatic experience that prevents my nose from smelling and my eyes from seeing all of the world
B is for my brain that...
When Dionysus was born he was wrapped in a pink blanket and laid in the nursery among the girls
A bastard child born of an affair he was...
I dream about a girl
And I dream of her livid eyes
Livid, the color of blue-grey eyes
The first thing people usually compliment about...