for all of my life,
i've been told that i would be going to hell,
that i'm destroying god's creation,
that god hates me.
the same god that is supposed to be all-loving.
then you have the audacity to ask,
'why aren't you a christian?'
it's not that i hate religion,
i just can't support one that has dehumanized queer people
for hundreds of years.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
the sound of a car accident is deafening.
time almost seems to stop,
as shards of glass and metal fly through the air,
in what feels like slow motion.
as the airbag goes off,
you wonder if these will be your last moments.
and when the crash is over,
the ringing stays in your ears
as if the sound is etched into your brain.
the smell of burnt rubber and engine smoke will soon fill the air,
a scent you won't be able to forget.
you take a deep breath and close your eyes-
darkness.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
i'm too tired to live,
but too stressed out to die.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
forty-eight hours is a long time to wear a binder,
and my ribs are screaming for mercy,
for a break from the compression and lack of mobility.
but it's not that easy.
sometimes i'd rather face the pain,
than face the fact that i am female.
these weights on my chest,
drag me to the ground.
i break down.
i feel locked in my body,
and all i want to do is break free.
nobody should feel the need to shower in the dark,
because the reality of their body is too much for them.
it shouldn't be this way
and i know i shouldn't compare myself to people,
but i cannot stop thinking,
'what if i were cis'.
i think of how much easier everything would be.
i wouldn't have to worry over how long i've been wearing my binder,
or if i pass,
i wouldn't have to worry about turning eighteen,
knowing i will be homeless.
but instead, my mother would celebrate her baby,
becoming a "legal adult."
forty-eight hours wouldn't be a worrying statement,
just another frame of time,
it wouldn't reflect on my self-care routines,
or lack thereof
it'd just be forty-eight hours.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
At 10:00 am, less than 100 students walked out to the flagpole
for our school's second walkout.
While there was less than one fourth of the population from the first walkout,
it was so much more powerful.
So many voices were heard.
We screamed, cried, laughed, read poems,
and all silently wished for a riot; wished for change.
We all wished that we didn't have to do this.
Wished that we didn't have to fear being shot at school,
the place where we are supposed to be safest.
But in that moment,
we were one.
We hugged, rested our heads on each other's shoulders,
and were one giant support system.
We are going to make change.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
the first time we hung out,
i couldn't stop smiling.
i'd cover my face when i smiled,
hoping you wouldn't see me blush,
but i just can't explain how you make me feel.
you are so cute,
and funny,
and all around lovely.
so how could you ever fall for someone like me?
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
this is my song of sorrows
where my heart weeps
and my body collapses
where i fall to the ground
and become one with the earth
where mother nature takes me in
and wraps her roots around me
making me feel safe and secure
but still my heart aches
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
the fear of the future,
devours me
it eats me whole,
and shows me no mercy
I lie awake at night,
the moonlight softly showing
through my blinds,
and am stirred by the thought
of the future
when I come out to my family,
what will happen?
will they try to beat it out of me,
will they kick me to the curb,
or will they stand by my side,
waving a flag in pride?
what will the future hold?
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
yellow boy
stuck in the moon
shining down on earth
softly illuminating my world
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
the code red alarm rings
echoing in the halls
we drop to the floor
almost in unison
is this the end?
the teacher
the one who we trust
to protect us
is just another sheep
in this herd
of fear
nobody is safe
nor are we above
anyone else
we are equal
we are shaking
as we hug the ground
waiting
waiting
to be slain
waiting to be saved
but still
waiting
i am lucky to say
it was only a drill
but for those
across the country
they weren't that lucky
they were shot at
they were killed
they watched
their loved ones
die
we live in a country
where guns
matter more than
our kids
where an AR-15
can be purchased
by anyone
but when tragedy strikes
people act shocked
they send their prayers
their thoughts
**** that.
prayers and thoughts
don't do anything
they don't bring back
those we have lost
they don't take
the grief away from us
things won't change
until we start a riot
until we can really make a change
we are the home
of mass shootings
we need to change that
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC