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Ami James Jan 2016
how in a world so diverse
should that invisible line be drawn
that requires me to conform to your beliefs
no matter what i believe to be right or wrong
you talk of creation
you preach your faith
you've explained to me over and over again
how god doesn't make mistakes
you've admitted my faults
before you ever had the chance to know
who i am or what i stand for
nor have you ever sought any of the secrets i sow
you will never understand
even if you were ever to try
what it is, to look into your own reflection
knowing all your life that you were living a lie
no chance family would understand
likely, they'd casually disappear
so you hold it inside and you begin hating your life
and you wrap yourself up within a blanket of fear
no where to go if you ever came out
except shelters or straight out there on your own
you know this is likely going to be your fate
so you suffer in the silence alone
now in a world where answers are written in code
everything seems upside down at times
coming out was the scariest thing i've ever done
but coming out has saved my life
for the first time in forever
i have the strength to just be me
all in all, i'm learning it doesn't really matter
what anybody else out there thinks
from time to time, and time again
i know your stares will pierce me to the bone
your words will bruise me and your convictions will condemn me
but nothing you can do or say will destroy my soul
living in a world scattered with natural born women and men
within a culture that panics at the thought of change
where differences are imaginary weaknesses
and everybody strives to be the same
i find the courage to stand proud and tall
and i begin this journey when at times i might feel afraid and alone
i am trans, and although my life anew has now barely begun
for the first time in forever, now i have hope
Ami James Jan 2016
the slightest smile
or gentlest squeeze
to look in those eyes
that make me weak in the knees

to taste that kiss
is worth the wait
will remain in this state forever
or as long as it takes

patient dreams assured
only a matter of time
for that small glance of forever
with no more goodbyes

will it ever be real
nobody knows
cannot see past my own desires
so i write letters to your ghost

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