Sorry, Ben
It's definitely your fault
You don't know what your talking about at all
And shame those who disagree
You never cited a single ******* source
Never made a single descent point
Just say "Biology" over and over
Then deny you have caused these kids to die
Sorry, Ben
Your so ignorant it hurts

the daughter of my mother
sleeps inside my chest.
murmurs in her sleep
"i could do it better, i could be loved for it"

                      my mother loves her daughter.

it's hard, letting her go
my home of many years
no matter how uncomfortable the bed was
how cold the rooms
i lived in her
was loved in her

sometimes i take her out
drag her out of my soul like old laundry
like nostalgia, like a party dress
i slip, quietly, into her skin
wear her face, her family.
she doesn't fit right.

the daughter of my mother
is coated in broken glass on the inside
but as her
i can do it better, i can be loved for it

                      my mother loves her daughter.
.

I can't be vulnerable anymore.  

Society seems to hate what I stand for.

People always say they have an open door.

But it's closed when I come around.

Mankind only listens to what they want to  

Thick skulls I just can't break through.

They can’t see life through my point of view.

Listen, you could be hating someone you love.

Kids feeling like acceptance is something they aren't deserving of

Makes them feel like something they can't control makes you stand above.

But we all are created equal.

The words you say to those that are different can be lethal.

You preach words god didn’t say then pray under that steeple.

God said love thy neighbor, you don’t pick and choose.

The past is the past, it's time to stop the mental abuse.

More people to suicide, we don’t need to lose.

i stare up at the splotchy night sky
and wish for you
you're still hidden in the shadows of my heart
buried deep in layers of self-loathing
dressed in starvation and ****** mary's
i long for you
from a place i am not yet aware of
i wish i knew who you were

You call me a girl,
You call me a young woman,
You use she/her pronouns,
Hearing that, makes a little more of my soul die.

Oh you ask why?
It might because I'm a f*ing guy,
I may look like a girl but I'm not,
So quit being such a thot.

I am a male no matter what that paper says,
I came out to you and you throw me down,
You said I could trust you but you lied,
But I'm supposed to confide,

I come out as Trans and Pan,
But you refuse to call me a man,
I try to explain,
But all I can hear is you complain.

I'm getting the hair cut and the dye,
Maybe then you will see a guy,
Just in case I'm getting a binder,
Just so you can see the reminder.

I'm no longer your little girl,
Nor am I your daughter,
I am your Transgender son,
I am your little boy.

Everyone’s got a skeleton in their closet
but I’m still alive in here.
Everybody seems to live a life that’s honest
but mines been a lie I fear.

Well maybe I just want to be "different"
But I know that it’s not the case.
'Cause I have always been keeping to the background
Hiding my true face.

It's never going to be easier,
They'll just see me as a movie monster.
Though I'm only a fraction of the whole
It's still too hard for me to let you know that...

I'm not yet who I'm meant to be but I'll get there someday.
At the very least, I hope I do.
And that I'll still do right by you.

I am not broken, I am not confused.
No, I've always known who I am.
But nobody wants to hear that news
So I'll stay with the skeletons for now...

She was sitting there
Crying silently
Mascara flowing down
Down her broken face
Her broken fate

She was not a boy
Her truth was hidden
"You have to be a boy"
Her truth was forbidden


Secretively
She took her mother's Bindi
Lying carelessly on the bed
And wore it on her forehead
It was the only rebellion she was allowed
In a society so afraid
Of someone different from the crowd
But for the moment
It was all she needed

"Don't make the gods cry"
But what about her own tears?
The Bindi on "his" forehead
Was human civilization's greatest fear

Everybody wore a mask
She just couldn't
Or she would die
She was shakti
She was power
She was courage personified
The Bindi on her forehead
they couldn't hide