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On the church steps sits a boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
A book lies on the skirt of the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
"Why are you not inside?" I ask the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
"They kicked me out" Replies the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
The church has "All are welcome" on its doors, refuses the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
"What's your name?" I ask the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
Nothing is said by the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
I adjust my skirt and button up my shirt, as a girl in pants and a blouse welcomes me, the boy in a skirt and a button up shirt
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 9:06 PM UTC
My transition is like a flower,
it grows and blossoms,
blooms in its own way, with its own colors,
My transition is like a canvas,
I design and paint it according to my ideas,
a painting so unique and wild,
My transition is like an empty book,
I fill the pages with my thoughts and feelings,
a book that shows how much I have achieved
My transition is a wonderful process, a unique journey without a destination.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
It isn’t fair anymore
You get the fun of wanting to be alive
You get the pleasure of living
You’re not trapped
Why do you get that right?
Why wasn’t I allowed that too?
Did I do something wrong?
I was just a baby
I want to do something to make it up
Something to show I deserve it just like you
It just isn’t fair anymore
You get that joy of not being stuck
I can’t see
It’s too dark
Explain to me how that’s fair
Why does everyone get that but me
The food passes by
But what’s the point
Why do I need to prove myself?
Show how much I need this
I don’t want anything
It’s a right
Not a privilege
Can I stay with you?
There’s enough room for me too
I’m tired
When I sleep it’s okay
But I can’t sleep all the time
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
The world is hollow
And I am just a guy
I find it hard to swallow,
But logic must apply
Without it, I am lost
There's no alternative
I wish I knew the cost
To live how I want to live
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 11:02 PM UTC
I have heard someone say
That I'll always be conic,
But I find, in a way,
That the thought is quite comic
As it's clear that my gains
Come by means of a tonic,
I'll eschew needless pains
'Cause my shape is iconic!
(Though I wish in my heart
That my words were ironic,
I have known from the start
That I'll always be conic)
May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 12:10 AM UTC
You can't erase your face.
You can't retrace or displace
the lines you dislike.
Some people try. Why?
At best it makes a mess.
Why am I upset by a little extra bone?
The external effects of my natural testosterone?
How can a bit of unwanted hair excite despair?
Why do I care?
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*I pointlessly worry
about silly points
like the size of my shoulders
or my knee and thumb joints.
My hairline, my brow ridge,
the shape of my nose,
my masculine pelvis,
my crooked man toes...*
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My eyes are fine --
My only feature I like.
My shy smile is alright
but not too wide
'cause of my overbite --
-- the size of those incisors!
Now, some would say that I'm just vain,
so self-obsessed I've gone insane.
But I would say that's how we're trained,
At least in this day and age.
Others might paint me like Dorian Gray
praying to Satan for youth to stay,
but I just wish it hadn't gone this way.
Why would you keep your looks immutable
if you were never to begin with beautiful?
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 12:07 PM UTC
Vocal ingenuity
A generous gratuity
I wish could be removed from me
But I would still write poetry
--Which someone else would have to read
As from the page the inkblots plead
"Give us a voice!" the letters said
Without a voice they would be dead
But no-one reads my poetry
And so its voice is left to me
To show the World, or just to try
Be truly heard before I die
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 10:33 PM UTC
Cross your arms
Hold your breath
After a while,
All will be right.
Close your eyes
Then open again-
Time is renewed.
You'll make it though the night.
Deep inhale,
Sharp exhale.
Keep the rhythm.
They won't know.
Just say hi, and move on past.
This is the day.
Keep carrying though.
You'll keep living because
Today is not your last.
You pass as cis.
You've made it, dear.
You're important.
You matter to me.
I need you here.
You can do this.
Don't bother what they say.
Just let it be.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
Despite the number of YouTube videos in the world,
there are none titled, "If I had been a boy we would have dated,
but now I've transitioned sooooo???"
and it gives me anxiety.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
We transgenders are not *****
nor *******
We transgenders are not tools,
nor autistic or ********
It is not funny to spit at us.
Or stick notes on our back.
It is not funny to misgender us,
or harass and assault.
It is like we are a fish out of water.
Watching everyone swim.
As we suffocate and die.
See, we transgenders are just like you.
And you see,
We all speak it.
The truth.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
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.madame's stifled feverish
tittering,
voice raucous as tamped in a
corselet,
translucent skin akin to pellucid
drapery,
overwrought hands entwined in champagne
hair,
madame's eccentricity is her
lunacy.
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.the mellifluous static of the ebony
radio,
dulcet hallucinations imbricate in her
Crumpet,
ephemeral visionary of the
erstwhile,
Madame’s a suitable fandangle tenant of the
bedlam.
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.madame scrutinized the greenwood through the
crevice,
appetency for the veil of sea
smoke,
imperceptive to her
frenzy.
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.ensnared in an austere
plight,
madame’s urbane actuality,
disenfranchised.
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.the exuberant dimension of reciting
hysteria.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
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.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
out of everyone
it could've been anyone
but i was chosen for this task that no one wants.
as i walk to the door
i wonder why
as i turn the ****
i wonder why
as the dreaded creak means my entrance is now
i wonder
why.
dragged in here
i float
as i hear people scream
defending their side
i just can't decide
but maybe they aren't screaming
i think that might be me
because of the pain it brings
when they pull me in their opposite directions..
until i fall apart
but i was never really together.
raw in pieces
they keep giving me evidence
to prove that they are right
right about me
i guess i'm the guest
that doesn't want to be here
but they sure feel like unwanted guests
inside my head.
"she's a girl"
"he's a boy"
"because of this"
"because of that"
this can't be true
that can't be true
i'm just an observer
in this court room
but then why am i in the center?
i'm was picked at random,
the chosen one
and i really wish i wasn't.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Help me
by Ashton Ard
Help me,
is something I wish I could say,
Just waiting until the day I can finally be freed from this prison I built around me.
Everyday gets harder to breathe,
I tear at my skin
ripping off the weights holding me back,
making me hold my breath.
It's too late for me to be better,
I've been bottled up for way too long.
I wish I could be strong,
like you all want me to be,
choking back my tears, I wash away my fears,
hoping to leave no trace of who I was.
Who was that girl,
who everyone thought was a lesbian?
I don't know,
because that was never me.
I forced myself into a box,
girls wear pink,
boys wear blue,
Help me,
is something I wish I could say,
just waiting until the day I can finally be freed from the prison I built around me.
Boys play sports,
girls play dolls,
No!
I scream,
This world doesn't see the many colors of who you can really be.
I rip at my chest,
I rip at my hair,
why can't I just be happy?
it's the worlds fault for pushing us back.
We're people too,
We love just like you,
Help me,
I whisper underneath my breath.
The prison walls around me fall down,
I stand in the middle of a field,
A single rainbow stands before me.
Finally,
I'm accepted,
I'm loved,
I'm happy.
Thank you.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
unspoken words,
years of silence
it is time
to spread my wings
to embrace;
i am transgender
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
A shout out to the transgender people,
to the strong women and men,
may you see yourselves as self-made heroes.
A shout out to the non-binaries,
to the gender less,
the in between,
may you take pride in who you are.
Happy Trans Visibility Day.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC