#ftm poems on Hello Poetry

Aaron Nov 2018

Dysphoria
you are not wanted
people hate you
they just want to feel normal

But you stop that
dysphoria
you are not needed
the pain you give people

You make them struggle
hurt
cry
but

Dysphoria you are also good
you help people understand
they are not who they are told
you help them get to who they really are

Dysphoria
you are bad and good
painful
but you are also helpful

#ftm #transgender #human #sad

Aaron Nov 2018

He

He
one word
two letters
change someones life

Make him happy
make him known
help him get there
don't push him down

He
he looks like a girl
but he is not
he is a boy

he is in the wrong body
help him
guide him
make him happy

he is not a girl
he is telling you now
use the right pronouns
he will forever be great full to you

#ftm #transgender #human #sad

Aaron Nov 2018

FTM

I am male
I am human
the word “Girl” is like getting stabbed in the chest.

Getting called a girl
a lady
a female
but no, I am male.

People don't understand the pain of dysphoria
they don't understand the pain,
getting called the wrong name
or the wrong gender.

People say it’s
a phase
it’s a choice,
but they will never understand,
I was born this way.

I can't change who I am and I don't want to
I am transgender
I am human
I am proud.

Please comment what you think about my poem.

#ftm #transgender #human #sad

Ray Ross Nov 2018

my chest

I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound
I know it's a part of me,
I know it's there,
But it feels temporary,
And a little gross,
Like when I sliced my thumb
On glass at 1am.
My binder is a bandage
And it's hard to take it off,
Because I feel the wound open up,
And my back hurts from wearing the bandage,
But it's so much better than
Seeing where my skin splits in two

#dysphoric #trans #ftm #transgender

Destin Lennie Nov 2018

Are You a Boy or a Girl?

the truth will alienate me, yet the lie stings so deep. It's a ***** secret shared only between myself and the pages of my journal.

I'll wear that mask of pink if it means you stop asking, stop sticking your finger in the open wound. I'll discard the blue into the closet and squeeze myself in with it, because the pink you see is no longer me.

It has my face and my voice, but it's laugh is a false impostor of my own, for I lost it long ago. Each time these words are uttered is another blade to my cracking pink shell, and when the truth pours out in vibrant blue I can no longer sit pretty and fake.

Because I have finally escaped my prison, and though your words may hurt. My shiny blue armor is strong and my indigo heart finally beats.

So go on and ask your silly question, categorize my identity by your beliefs. Because your words can't hurt me anymore.

#transgender #ftm

Flint Holcomb Oct 2018

Suicide Note

This is a suicide note
From the person you thought I was.
From the girl, from the woman, and
From the person who used bathrooms without a ******.

“If you are reading this
Then I am dead.
It was inevitable.

I would have died either way.
The only variable was
Whether or not
He died too.”

#trans #transgender #ftm #suicide #transitioning #death

Jayden Davison Oct 2018

Dysphoria

It's like pain in the chest,
and that too.
I feel like I'm dying,
and there's nothing I can do,
I'm not in control,
I never will be,
I'm standing here,
wishing I was "he",
I don't own my body,
it owns me,
"It's a mental illness"
There's nothing you can see,
other than the marks,
etched into my skin,
By the rough end of a drawing pin,
I know I shouldn't
I know it's bad.
I but i have voices
They're driving me mad.
"Help me sir I'm going insane"
But you won't though,
even though I'm in pain.

#transgender #ftm

David Abraham Sep 2018

BODY (haiku)

He wished to be one,
but stronger than he, the laws
governing his body.

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#transgender #trans #dysphoria #dysmorphia #body #ftm

Adrian Sep 2018

.Sir,

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.Sir murmurs feverish death
spells,
                   Bewitched hysteria enchanted elven
           ears,
                   Violin strings of stuttering velvet
echo,
                         vacuity beguile cracked
telescopes,
                             Sir’s feigned ruby lips
lament.
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.Draperies comb the purple
hare,
Riveted coats sneeze in the
pallor,
                            Stabilizing the drunken
absences,
Late violets exhale in
tedium.
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      .Sir views tree sagging in dirt
coffins,
                     In fabricated
tranquility,
                With pleasant booming
hums.
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.Sirs deteriorating dense
chasms,
                    Encounter convenient
disorientation.
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.Spotted desolate greenery a hafted ax of
demise.
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#ftm #continuous #mental #illness #hospital

Adrian Sep 2018

Trans

Stitched into this sac of skin at birth.
That fused to your bones
Fabricating a narcotic seamless facade

We pluck at the seams, with crude claws.
Laboring to unravel the lace seams
In vain

Whirling, flickering, suffocating nausea aimed at
Misuse of our pronouns of
Our echoing repulsive abnormal figure.

Funding a doctor to shed our skin.
Mutilating skin and bone to perfection.
For self-acceptance.

#transgender #ftm #mtf #fucklife #transman #transwomen