I have identity You have identity Your identity My identity Not identical There's a tolerance So there's resemblance My identity resembles Your identity I can replace you For my resemblance Inclusive your semblance You can't replace me For your resemblance Short of my semblance This is what makes the difference Let me love you Multi-dimensional Change your resemblance to include my semblance You can replace me We become interchangeable Your identity my identity Love to bind us to infinity One soul In two bodies
I walk around these places Trans-centric spaces Yet I don't feel like I belong I know that I look like them And based on my reading I feel like them too Though I still have this sense That I somehow do not count I am not quite enough I feel without a place Maybe because last time I was at a trans art show And my art lives in words Not in images on canvas Just another piece of me That doesn't quite feel Real enough or Good enough To be taken seriously And I know I know This all boils down to The way I treat myself But I'm trying I'm trying Some things just take time
Are you afraid of the dark? In the dark, things are unseen I have no color or ethnicity No gender or ****** orientation Are you afraid of the dark? In the dark we are all equal We have no height or weight No hair or eye color Beauty is up for interpretation Are you afraid of the dark? In the dark you're just a person You have no talents or disabilities Wages and wealth don't matter Are you afraid of the dark? Nobody can be insulted in the dark Education and relationship status All these things are so irrelevant Everybody is my equal, and none of us can see anything around us Are you afraid of the dark?
Wednesdays and Fridays: The only days I jump out of bed Filled with happiness. Passion. Patience. Excitement. I walk into the classroom, Trade my sadness for a dose of jubilance. I feel alive again.
A dozen 3 year olds swarm the room, the melting ***. Labels such as: typical, Downs syndrome, autistic, deaf Come together to morph into a magical classroom. “The Tree House Room”. Differences are not feared in the eyes of these little humans, They are embraced. Accepted. Loved.