A mask that everyone could see Something to hide behind A “shield” for me
It stung like needles Burned like a brand This mask placed by a hollow hand
I could never be rid of it Never just be free For what would my family think of me
It took a push from someone A helpful hand To finally remove that burning brand
They helped me take off the mask Saw what was inside And accepted me as I sat there and cried
They gave me a space A place to be free Until I was able to finally be me
I went to see my family Without the mask, in open air I steeled myself to be prepared
But instead of yelling Of bitter frost I found that my hope was not lost
I met with acceptance Knowing care A hearth’s warmth and gentle air
One day I left the mask behind Not just for that day, but for all time The burning brand, the stinging mark Left in that closet in the dark
I wrote this about my experience coming out as well as the dysphoria I experienced (and still do experience). I've been out for a few years now, but I wanted to write this. This is my first published poem on here. I hope that you all enjoy.
As we sat in the car and the sun declined, the world turned to a peach hue and dimmed. The pouring rain from not only an hour before still felt as if it lingered in the air, sticking to my skin. A car joined us in the parking lot and started staring to the East, we both turned our gaze to align with theirs and saw a perfect rainbow accompanied by a faded second. And as we sat there and reflected on the topic of the human perseption of light, I found a moment to ask, "Can I kiss you so we can remember this moment forever?" They replied, "of course".
Where is home? Where is the place that I belong? I stare into the mirror and see someone else Long hair, makeup, wearing a dress Why is my reflection a stranger? Why isn't the place where my soul dwells not a place I can call home?
Where is the place that I can go when I need someone to rely on? Where is the place where someone understands? Where is the place where I don't have to hide? A place where I can let my guard down, and break the walls that surround my heart
When can I spread my wings? When will I arrive To a place where I can finally see myself in each mirror I turn to To a place where I belong? To a place where I can call home?
I know the fight to get home Is a long and hard one, full of pain and sorrow Full of tears and bitterness Though I am in a dark tunnel now I can see the light, at the end of the darkness a place where I can truly be me A place where no one stops and stares and asks me what is wrong with me A place where no one looks at me strangely A place where I don't have to be scared
It's not my time to spread my wings yet But when I do, I will touch the sky and be at the peak of my life and finally... be surrounded by people I can truly call a family A place full of love A place where I can truly be me To a place I call home
Soooo...I think some of you know and it's kinda obvious because it's in my description. I am agender...and although I may not be in the most supportive place where I can truly be myself, I know that the time will come where I can finally spread my wings and truly be me. Thank you so much to all my allies who support me! To the people who are struggling with issues caused by ****** orientation/ gender identity, you are not alone...don't give up! Remember that you are valid and loved and that one day, you will be able to spread your wings and be your true authentic self!
A life without gender. Giving me my freedom that was taken. End to my imprisonment by gender roles. No I am not mistaken. Don't ask me if I'm a girl or a boy. Either is just not me. Rather I am a person, a human being that is free.
I identify as agender meaning I don't have agender. I'm not a girl, I'm not a boy, I'm not anything inbetween, I'm just kinda... Me. I hope that one day people of all different gender identities can be accepted and treated equally within society, because even after all the labels and categories we put ourselves in, we are all humans and no one deserves anymore or anyless them anyone else.