'me' 'trans' 'transgender' 'who i am' 'my truth' 'my journey'
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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 feel sick. I want to go home.
My body isn't mine. It's of a fragile self-hating girl.
I can't be her. I am in my own.
My body needs to be mine, and three years is often a long wait.
Today I’m here and tomorrow you are not. Do you remember why we fought? You’re right, I’m wrong; you didn’t give it another thought. You stand firm and strong, your faith can’t be bought.
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
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 her and the first thing she likes about herself
Over 30% of females in this group will attempt suicide before the age of 20
And almost 50% for the males.
8.6% of their teenagers have tried to end themselves in one year alone.
Do you remember when you said you wanted to go to the pride parade as much as you wanted to go to a KKK rally?
Because I do.
Do you remember when you told me that people made fun of you and you were normal?
Sex change, fighting a never ending war
Transphobic people throw us into the dirt
It is very admirable, being able to love yourself. Being able to feel something other than pain when seeing what you really are. Looking in the mirror, and actually liking the image before you, seeing yourself and recognizing it.
He is hiding in her skin
Always trying to keep his head above the tide
Living inside her phantom form
The dysphoria a tidal wave washing over his head
Like red hot lava gushing out of a volcano ready to erupt
I thought for weeks
I was never quite sure what to say.
I hear you all the time
You ask me if i remember our plan to be the first female president
I thought for weeks
I was never quite sure what to say.
I hear you all the time
You ask me if i remember our plan to be the first female president
Early on the sky was dark
Hints of navy on a horizon
She laughed and stars shined forth
Illuminating all
Then came the dull sparks of flame
The muted hues of a pale sunrise
