TransgenderTarheel
47/Transgender Female/North Carolina
Post-op transwoman living in North Carolina. In light of recent legislation in North Carolina, life has gotten very interesting, to say the least. I felt the time was right to begin to share some of my poetry, written from a transgender perspective.
Soaring high...beautiful, proud and bold
Feathers of red and yellow and gold
Flying high, soaring, forever free
Her only purpose, just to BE
Brave of heart, strong and true
But the day would come, she always knew
When all peace and joy and hope would die
And like Icarus, she’d fall from the sky
No longer soaring the sky so blue
Bold and beautiful, strong and true
Buried in a blanket of ashes soft and gray
Nobody wanted her on Burning Day
Yet from those ashes was she reborn
To grace the sky again next morn
Flying high, soaring, forever free
Her only purpose, just to BE
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Bright Phoenix feathers
Red and gold, orange and green
Why are there no blue?
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
Discrimination
Desperation weighs heavy
Can I rise above?
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
Fair lady locked up
London Bridge is falling down
Can it fall upward?
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Say their names, my sisters and brothers taken
They the ones society has forsaken
In life nor death given consideration
They come from around the world, every nation
Their entire lives, denied humanity
When will we see the end of insanity?
What if we cared less about their chromosomes
And welcomed them into our lives and homes?
What if, instead of showing them scorn and hate
We allowed them in life to participate?
Maybe if we said their names while still alive
Maybe if they were given a chance to thrive
Maybe if in life their value not denied
We'd not have to say their names when they have died
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
Just a girl from the prairie
Alone I face my adversary
Fear not in my vocabulary
Never once can I raise my hackles
For fear of attracting the jackals
Living life out on the edge
Seeking strength, the depths of me I dredge
Always stand tall, this my solemn pledge
Tis by my wits alone I survive
Circumstances most could not contrive
My life hard but no complaint
Good and true of heart, but I'm no saint
Mascara and lipstick my war paint
Of my life I shall not be cheated
My struggle never completed
I will never be defeated
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
Electrolysis
My baptism by fire
True face revealed
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Born was I, in Illinois
Daddy thought, his little boy
My true self forced forever to hide
Feelings inside could not be denied
Daddy lost not thru death but rejection
Failed to live up to his expectation
Seething anger made me blind
Vowed never to look behind
Brokenhearted by his rebuff
Made my way resolved to be tough
Never could forgive him for my pain
Never to see my Daddy again
April the first, Daddy died
No one more surprised than I
When at his deathbed I cried
Daddy hooked up to tubes and wires
No longer could hold anger's fires
This is the moment we must seize
Daddy, forgive and love me please
He took my hand and gave a squeeze
Daddy's Little Girl I wanted to be
Twenty minutes was all the time had we
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
Every right denied; every dream deferred
Every injustice and indignity endured
Is one more paper cut
They are cumulative
And deadly as any gun or knife
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
I want to tell y'all a story
About a man named McCrory
Made a law about who can use what *****
The rest of the world thinks he is dotty
This man is a bigot
Can you dig it?
North Carolina really wonders
How he could make so many blunders
But soon we will make him pay
When we throw him out on Election Day!
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC