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eli Aug 2019
my body is a temple
but it is not a home
i am a stranger here

my body is a temple
but it’s a burden
i didn’t choose these foundations

my body is a temple
but i am ready to leave
i am no longer welcome

my body is a temple
but it’s burning down
and i lit the match

my body is mine
i will construct it
and carve out a new holy place
Sunny Aug 2019
Despite their protests
And transphobic comments
We went on the date we had planned
Not caring about their demands

Sure, I was nervous as hell
And I could tell she was as well
And maybe we didn't talk much
But none of that mattered when I met her touch

Our hands interlocked in a silent agreement
That no matter what they said, we would ignore their treatment
There were so many things I wanted to do or say
But all that will come on another day.

When I first sat at that table
A sort of aura filled the air, it was unstable
Even though I knew they wouldn't change their ways
My eyes still met your beautiful gaze.
Ari White Aug 2019
Every time I do, the person leaves my life.

That’s why I’m terrified to tell you.

I know you’re accepting but I’m still scared to death.

What if my mom finds out?

What if you tell other people?

What if you leave my life too?

I just want to have a supportive community around me but it’s difficult when no one is.

I want you to know.

I need you to know.

But my mom is right there.

And I don’t know how to tell you.

Why am I so scared to just be myself?

Please help me to understand.
aslan Jul 2019
What are you staring at?
why are you watching me?
is it my wheelchair?
is it my hair?
or is it the fact that you can't tell exactly where i fit
on your ******* binary?
I belong in there
that bathroom, over there
the one with the urinals and the ****-stained floor
i hate the smell in there but it's where i belong
and you can't take that from me
i built who i am
from leftover scraps
i was a porcelain doll held together
with gum and scotch tape you
you can't hold me back
i'm still repairing myself i'm still enforcing that this
this is where i belong
this is my place too
and i'll always use a stall because even if i did get both surgeries
you'd still stare at me
wondering why there's a girl in here
but guess what
i am guy nor girl
i am only chaos
chaos, like toupees flying through a windy suburban golf course
the chaos that tore my porcelain skin apart
peeled up every **** last layer of my paint
took my family and some of my so-called friends with it
well guess what
i can replace you
i can choose new people to fill
that echoing void
the place you held
the place you gave up
because you'd rather have a dead daughter
than a living somewhat-son
oof
Rowan Aug 2019
i have flown in a plane and i hated it,
but when i look towards the birds i can't help but to want to join them

it took me a while for me to realize what it was that i wanted
then it hit me, as most thoughts do, out of the blue
i remembered the story of Icarius and what happened to him
once he gained his freedom he became drunk on it
his addiction made him blind to the dangers of his freedom
thus he died at the hands of what he craved in life
much like him i want freedom

i don't want to deal with my unsupportive mother who doesn't believe in what i feel
i don't want to be stuck living in fear of my father and all he could do
i don't want to have to keep pretending i am one person around my family and another around my friends
i don't want to live in the body i was given
because despite everyone calling it a gift
i can't help but to laugh because to me it is a curse in which it is **** near impossible to live in
and yet each day i go on hoping that when i'm old enough life will get better

that my mother will accept me, and my father will leave me be
that one day i will be who i truly am and my friends and family will know that me
that one day i will make my body my own
eventually the day will come when i get my freedom
Kaiden A Ward Jun 2019
If you are a member of the LGBTQ+ community,
and you are still looking for home,
trust me, there are good people out there
who will accept you for who you are.
Sometimes, you just have to find them.
I promise you, we are out there and
we can't wait to meet you.
Kaiden A Ward Jun 2019
Growing up in a culture where
you are not supposed to exist,
you become accustomed to the generosity
of people trying
to fix you, to
force you into a shape
they can understand.

I did not know how exhausting it was,
trying to remain elastic
in a world that demands us to be static,
trapping us in binary boxes where
we wilt in our confinement but,
against societal expectations,
we refuse to suffocate ourselves
for your comfort.

Together, we will stand in the light,
heads held high with unmatched pride
for we have fought too long and
too hard for our right
to be here
to live silently with
our heads bowed low
any longer.
My contribution to celebrate pride month this year.
Sara Kellie Jun 2019
Looks like we didn't make it,
I always thought we would.
Now the end is nearing
and it is getting late,
I never knew until today
your love would turn to hate.

I know that people change
and no one more than I.
I really didn't realise
you wished that
I would die.

by Kaydee
late in the day.
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