making a cup of tea
is a simple prayer
sheer poetry to some

More than two years ago,
You were just a dream.

Seven months ago,
You came into my reality.

But now,
Your truth begins to fade.

Or maybe
**I was just waking up.

You know


*I'm that person
everyone replaces after a while.

she prayed in her unique freedom
I witnessed her transformation
breathless I thanked God for my sister
the sister who took the time to listen
and lit a candle for her brothers

sometimes a prayer of petition
leaves my heart with a whisper
barely audible in the midst of a storm
the ravages of freewill falling
as man grabs at his neighbours freedom
and his right to live in peace

You will never know
The peace of acceptance
Once you are finished
Put to earth
Life was harsher than the dirt
Parents made you feel worthless
Cause you wanted to wear a short dress
Because you felt different
Cut off
Disowned
Disavowed
One friend after another disappears
And no one hears
The sobs
No one feels the salty tears
No one holds your hands
Or offers you a hug

You were ******
By the those who demand
You conform
Where there was no  warmth
The clock cuts you bitterly
Condemning you to be lonely
And I cry all the more
Knowing you won’t be the only one
Not the only daughter wanting to be a son
Not the only male that wants to be female
Not the only soft face harden
Or hard face softened till the sorrow overflows
Till everyone you know closes the door
And you disappear forever more