Gender/Sexuality
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Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
“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.
please help me
your suposed to be here for me
why won't you talk to me
i thought you loved me
i thought you were supposed to be my boyfreind
but you used me to make a girl jealous
thats wrong
im still the same person i was before
it's just now you know im gay
don't treat me any different than before
please stop looking at me like that
stop looing at me like im a disgrace
please dad
In the quiet of my closet I speak
And the words sound more like a cry for help
A plea for escape
Or at least for someone to turn the lights on
The stars spell your name in a thousand love letters,
as we're hand in hand whispering secrets in the dark.
You bring sunshine on a rainy day with your laughter,
drying my tears with a kiss.
*Chapter1*I stood still,Never thought of being' shaken, taken for, coz love was granted.
I’m going to tell you a story
But bare with me
Because it’s one I’ve heard so many times
That the chapters bleed together
The washerwoman turns to me and asks,“Did you hear about Damalis?”Our hands dip into the cool river waters,Cold linen draped along our slipping skin.
They say
“God doesn't make mistakes”
as a way of telling us we're wrong
for wanting – No – For needing to be ourselves.
It's not a mistake that I'm transgender.
How could it be a mistake
Her fingertips like magic,
Sending sparks through my body.
I close my eyes and imagine
my hair wrapped around her fingers,
I don’t know if these feelings are right or wrong, but is anything right or wrong. We go through life-fighting; fighting for love, fighting our fears.
She's beautiful
but not in the traditional sense
She is beautiful
like when lightning strikes the sky
for the sky's wrong doings
She is beautiful
in the way beetles exoskeletons are
How do I even explain how I feel?
The butterflies, the nervousness, and all other clichés .
You understand me and how my crazy mind works.
My brother in arms
Battles against the world, himself,
And me. His entire family.
My brother in arms,
An encyclopedia who seems to know the entire world—
And everything throughout—
I go walking down the street in my local town, just like you.
I catch the same bus to go to work everyday, just like you.
I browse some shops and buy food to provide for myself, just like you.
Ask 90% of the people that know me who I am, and they’ll tell you-
She’s a writer,
She’s a scholar,
She’s a daughter, a sister,
An animal lover,
Life's not always easy.
Most people have it pretty touch,
But with my future so near in sight,
And I have no shame.
I can smile through the pain.
My fingers hit those metal strings,
