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Corbyn Jul 2022
No longer set back by the uncomfortable masses of fat resting on my chest
I’m free to live and breathe DEEPLY
Each day I uncover more of the truth to who I am
I spent many years yearning for this feeling of relief
Here it is
I’m ready
Corbyn Jul 2022
Dear Testosterone,
You made me sweaty, ***** and sometimes angry too
But I would be lying if I could say I know what I’d do without you
You changed my life from the outside in
Showed me that living as my true self is not living in sin
Each month I’m amazed by how much change I see
In my face, my voice, my hair and all of me
Corbyn Jul 2022
Today I can look in the mirror and see myself
752 days and one major surgery later but wow I see myself
Cole Feb 2022
I'll paint my nails
Fix up my hair
Anything you say.
Get good grades
Wear high heels
You never listen anyway.
Who cares if I am strange?

They dare to call me names.
So I'll change my clothes
Cut my hair
Just exactly as I please.

You won't hear me anyway
Who cares if I change my name?
Who cares if I dare come out?
So what? So what?

I put make up on
And starve til I'm enough
Is this truly what you want?
Is this truly what you need?

A daughter who is prefect
A daughter just to see

Who cares what I say?
Who dares challenge me?
So what if I shut my eyes?
"Fix your hair"
"Do your nails"
Anything I should do.

I will not listen anymore
To what you have to say.
Maybe I'll change everything
Even change the game.
"Wear a smile and wait a while"
I won't follow you anymore.


-Cnwlry
glass Dec 2022
his hair is
his clothes are
his voice is
the scent just so
his hands are
his
he is.
his eyes are
they are happy
his eyes are happy
his eyes are his
imagine if they were yours
mine
i could become him
but would i
and if i could then will i
there are so many tears i hold they slip between my fingers
they could be his
would they be his
to become
to wish
and to imagine
is to feel
is it not
and with it pain.
falling sinking drowning
would his eyes be happy
will his eyes be happy
will his eyes be
will he
would it be for such
or is he never realized
indebted soul
to the theorized
im not sure if my hands are fuller
but either choice is incredible
to be offered
such a weight that is to water
it pins me to the floor
or to the wall it keeps me cornered
is this what it feels to be killed
or merely to have lived
and if latter
then perhaps
id like to know the former.
021022
John McCafferty Feb 2022
Learning the lessons that happened before
as they come round again in various forms.
Same faces and places setting up themes, we don't always see the patterns between.
Trends tend to reset and test us again, emotions take hold but not as our friend.
Sunk in a cycle of continuous loops, failing to think they may hold just one truth.

Decisions of a short-term visionary, skewed and responsive to his or her needs. This irreverent mist often follows a dip, perspective changes a clouded verdict.
Crystal clarity can skip our reality
as permissions transition beyond each dream,
when we look to our heroes who sit at the peak.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
anthony Jan 2022
here lies a pine tree
grown for years, but times have changed
now i grow redwoods
poem written after my name changed
Ram B Nov 2021
paalam
ayoko mang sabihin, pero
paalam
masakit man isipin, pero
paalam
marami akong tanong, pero
paalam
di ko maintindihan, pero
paalam
bakit ganun
bakit ngayon
bakit di ko man lang
naramdaman
bakit di ka man lang
nagpaalam
I am saying goodbye, but why?
Ngayon ang araw na ang tagsibol ay naging taglagas
Nagmistulang mga banderitas na may kani-kaniyang pahiwatig
Ang mga balitang may madalamhating panimula.
At kung ito nga ang katapusan ng isang mandirigma
Sa kahon at sa lilim ng Malacanang,
Ay dito ko rin nais magsimula ng aking pagtaya.

Ginuguhit ko sa aking isipan
Ang paulit-ulit na malalaking tuldok
At ang kani-kanilang dugtugngan
Na tila ba hindi lamang sila kabahagi ng kabuuan
Ngunit ang kanilang kabuuan ay sya ring kabahagi
Sa pinagtagpi-tagping mga kalahok ng kasaysayan.

Natatandaan ko pa noong elementarya,
At sa tuwing bubuksan ang aklat ng nakaraan
Ay tila magiging mga itak na matutulis ang mga pahina nito
At sabay-sabay na susugod at lulusob
Na para bang mga manlalayag sa panibagong misyon nito.

At kahit pa, kahit pa gustuhin ko mang manatili
Ang mga imahe sa realidad
Ay wala naman akong kakayahan
Para pigilan ang tadhana sa pagkitil
Ng kanilang mga pinaglumaang orasan.

Ngunit sigurado akong ang mga mukhang nililok ng panahon
Ay magiging katulad din ilang pahinang ipinapangkalakal
At doon sila'y magpapatuloy ng panibagong yugto
Ng mga kwentong hindi man maiukit sa kasaysayan
Ay magsisilbi namang pamana
Sa henerasyong may iba nang ipinaglalaban.

Hindi man ito ang sinasambit kong katapusan
Ngunit sa pagitan ng magkaibang panig at paniniwala
Ay balang araw itong maisasara na may iisa ng pamagat.
At marahil bukas o sa makalawa'y
Sabay-sabay din tayong magbunyi
Sa umagang hindi na lulubog pa magpakailanman.
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