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#transphobia
Suicide's an expression until it happens to you Depression's an emotion till you see what it can do Sexism's just a joke until it hits you at full force And homophobia's merely a religious man who read the wrong source How long do we believe this until we change the way we think How long do we train the generations to judge before they blink Why do we laugh as another person falls Cackling as their world crumbles and filming as they bawl Why can't we smile then just walk away No, we complain to our friends the very next day Tooned into the gossip, well-crafting our lies As the victim behind you watches with teary eyes We make days meaningful to show that we care When a real issue emerges, genuine reactions are rare Read it on the media, a terrorism attack The world will just crumble and we can't ever fight back Because we've trained ourselves to hate, trained to lie Spotting out monsters with disgust in our eyes Searching for answers that explain our disgrace Because we know that we're wrong but won't fix our shape It's not a belief, it's just discrimination A plague that has spread throughout our nation It's a virus just so deadly, a poison old as time And we drank the bottle naively, corrupting our children's lives We say transphobia is God's will, no, that ******** is hate Say the world made you this way, no, it's your decision to make You read and feel empowered, you say that you'll change But if you truly believe that then you're just deranged A girl gets ***** and you call her a ***** Treating ****** assault as nothing more than a chore As children get beat, and the adults raise their voice We turn up the TV to block out the noise We judge based on color, by ethnicity, by age Like even after hundreds of years we can't seem to change Spew hate speech online, treat pain as a joke You'll never know the consequence till your begging and broke So move on with your problems like it's just another day Pass on your responsibility like there's no price to pay But don't you ever think, that this is your fault too? The minute you spot the truth, what will you do?
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC
Discrimination
Suicide's an expression until it happens to you Depression's an emotion till you see what it can do Sexism's just a joke until it hits you at full force And homophobia's merely a religious man who read the wrong source How long do we believe this until we change the way we think How long do we train the generations to judge before they blink Why do we laugh as another person falls Cackling as their world crumbles and filming as they bawl Why can't we smile then just walk away No, we complain to our friends the very next day Tooned into the gossip, well-crafting our lies As the victim behind you watches with teary eyes We make days meaningful to show that we care When a real issue emerges, genuine reactions are rare Read it on the media, a terrorism attack The world will just crumble and we can't ever fight back Because we've trained ourselves to hate, trained to lie Spotting out monsters with disgust in our eyes Searching for answers that explain our disgrace Because we know that we're wrong but won't fix our shape It's not a belief, it's just discrimination A plague that has spread throughout our nation It's a virus just so deadly, a poison old as time And we drank the bottle naively, corrupting our children's lives We say transphobia is God's will, no, that ******** is hate Say the world made you this way, no, it's your decision to make You read and feel empowered, you say that you'll change But if you truly believe that then you're just deranged A girl gets ***** and you call her a ***** Treating ****** assault as nothing more than a chore As children get beat, and the adults raise their voice We turn up the TV to block out the noise We judge based on color, by ethnicity, by age Like even after hundreds of years we can't seem to change Spew hate speech online, treat pain as a joke You'll never know the consequence till your begging and broke So move on with your problems like it's just another day Pass on your responsibility like there's no price to pay But don't you ever think, that this is your fault too? The minute you spot the truth, what will you do?
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You feel safe in the clear cut lines Safe within your own confines I say ***** your walls and categories They're made of toothpicks and scary stories Weak and fragile and able to burn Fire leaves behind ash and something to learn I am expansive, seeing through your limitations Building your life along their implications They're self-selected and system imposed I can understand that it's all you've known But you choose to stay tied to their ideas Finding safety in avoiding all of your fears They call people of color and trans kids the culprit From within the cage that is your pulpit You find danger in difference and seek to destroy Instead of exploring the vastness of human joy So afraid of the loss of your god's only love You seek answers from those you consider above You ask your priest how to tell your son one day About the fact that your mom is in love and gay So when your kids question gender as they get older Will you tell them that I simply have a disorder? No, first you'll have a meeting and ask the church Before considering your heart as somewhere to search And they'll tell you I'm ****** and our mom is as well But you're the one trapped within your own living hell
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:07 PM UTC
Brother By Name
dear little me, i'm so sorry. you won't be able to be on broadway. you won't be able to live the show life you've always wanted. you won't be able to sing and dance on stage, even though that's where you feel at home. dear little me, i'm so sorry. you won't be able to live in new york city, in your own small apartment, with kids running around, knowing that they're loved. dear little me, i'm so sorry. and i'm so glad you can't see who you are now. beaten, bruised, bleeding, and rugged. you had to learn to fight, you know. people keep trying to hurt you. dear little me, i'm so sorry. she didn't make it. you couldn't save her. i know she was your best friend. i know you didn't want this. dear little me, i'm so sorry. all of this is happening to you because you aren't who they thought you were. you're not a girl. no matter what they say. dear little me, i'm so sorry. but don't hide. we knew what was going to happen if we came out. we know it's unfair. but it's worth it, right...? dear little me, i'm so ******* sorry you had to grow up into this. i'm so sorry you can't have your dreams.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
dear little me
It's always between the two. Myself or everyone else? Myself or my family? Honest to myself or acceptable to everyone else? Truth or tradition? I don't want to lose them, their respect, everyone's respect. Nobody is going to accept me or take me seriously, and I can't just give up everything I'm known as. Can't give up the little I have left. But I can't live like this. Every day like this just feels so wrong. I hate myself, I hate living. I can't live my life like this, live someone else's life. I try to convince myself that I'm wrong, that I'm just doing it for the 'trend', for attention but I can't. I can't stand looking like this, being seen as something I'm just not. But a big part of society hates the existence of people like me, my friends hate the existence of people like me, my family hates the existence of people like me. What am I meant to do? I hate this so much. The constant reminders, the self-hatred, peer-judgment, fear, frustration, people on social media and the news and the government and **** I hate this so so so much.
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Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC
4/16/2024
Why do I not want to tell them? ... The last time I told them about something that was so important to me was when I came out to them as nonbinary. I thought they were at least slightly accepting, she had had a gay friend after all, and they had never shown any obvious transphobia. (Its funny how, after I came out, the bigotry became a lot more prevalent). And so, I went to my grandma's kitchen, sat on the floor, in a corner, and typed out "I am nonbinary" in our group chat. My thumb hovered over send for what seemed like an eternity until, finally, I pressed send. And then I started to cry. They had texted back "okay" and "what does that mean" but I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. When she picked me up a few hours later, we talked. Well, she talked. She told me how I'm just confused and how theres only two genders giving me some ****** up biology lesson about it, using the terms "gender" and *** interchangeably. and how society had just manipulating me to be this way and how it was a sin against God and how I don't get a choice in this and how I'm a beautiful girl and I didn't have to be insecure about it. I was broken by these words. I cried that night. I cried            and cried because I realized that they would never accept me. They would never love me. I think I                 attempted to                                                 **** myself that night. I don't remember, exactly There were so many attempts that I just can't remember anymore. ... Why do I not want to tell them? Because I'm scared. I don't want to be ridiculed and criticized. I don't want to break my own heart again. I don't want to be rejected again. I don't trust them anymore. I don't want to tell them, because they lost my trust.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC
Tru/st
Why do I not want to tell them? ... The last time I told them about something that was so important to me was when I came out to them as nonbinary. I thought they were at least slightly accepting, she had had a gay friend after all, and they had never shown any obvious transphobia. (Its funny how, after I came out, the bigotry became a lot more prevalent). And so, I went to my grandma's kitchen, sat on the floor, in a corner, and typed out "I am nonbinary" in our group chat. My thumb hovered over send for what seemed like an eternity until, finally, I pressed send. And then I started to cry. They had texted back "okay" and "what does that mean" but I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. When she picked me up a few hours later, we talked. Well, she talked. She told me how I'm just confused and how theres only two genders giving me some ****** up biology lesson about it, using the terms "gender" and *** interchangeably. and how society had just manipulating me to be this way and how it was a sin against God and how I don't get a choice in this and how I'm a beautiful girl and I didn't have to be insecure about it. I was broken by these words. I cried that night. I cried            and cried because I realized that they would never accept me. They would never love me. I think I                 attempted to                                                 **** myself that night. I don't remember, exactly There were so many attempts that I just can't remember anymore. ... Why do I not want to tell them? Because I'm scared. I don't want to be ridiculed and criticized. I don't want to break my own heart again. I don't want to be rejected again. I don't trust them anymore. I don't want to tell them, because they lost my trust.
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Every Birthday candle Angel hour Fountain coin Church prayer Dandelion blow I wish for the same thing. I'm still waiting for my wish to come true.
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Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:48 PM UTC
Wishing on
Waiting for the worst Because in 8 days They will come The family The elders I think people need to stop saying "Respect your elders." Because why should i respect them If they don't respect me Respect is earned Not demanded So maybe You should stop calling me she Or transphobic comments And start treating me like the grandson i am Grandpa addicted to cannabis Grandma addicted to alchohol Their garage reaks if sadness I think the reason they do this to themselves Is because they might hate me for who i am But I think they hate themselves more
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Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
Elders
they call me she they call me a liar they tell me that im not trans they tell me that I should be set on fire They call me a sin They call me fake They tell me that ill never win They call me a **** They call me a creep I'm just expressing my gender identity. I just want to *** in the right restroom. What The **** Do You Mean By That?
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Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 12:22 AM UTC
They call me...
I don't know what to say. This is horrible and terrifying. To ***** out the hope and joy of so many children. To criminalize the support of their wellbeing. Death will come from this. Children choosing death as they see their existence outlawed. Supporters of such laws know what they are doing. You know who you are.
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 1:32 PM UTC
I don't know what to say
my body is a topic that trails the mouths of a family at dinner it is the trail of saliva that leaves shortly after breaking a heated kiss always leaving a bitter taste but when did you taste me? when did I crawl into your mouth full of cavities? existing as I am cements chains in people's root canals a topic for discussion my life to debate trans people being the forefront it is so inconvenient and sinful and yet its the flavor on their seething lips kissing one another trailing more saliva knowingly trading hate with ones mind and lips integrating more citizens and normalizing their behavior transphobia is the topic for discussion
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
trånsphøbïå
I'm just trying to live my life Like any other human being I get on the bus, sit on the guys side I go through my day-to-day I get called down to the office I'm told I have to sit on the girls side because I'm in the system as a girl I tell him I'm not a girl and the heteronormative system is ridiculous I didn't do anything wrong and sit by myself anyways He says he will see what he can do In the hallway not long after, after school ends, going down stairs I group of kids scream near my ears I mumble to myself and they touch my head I said stop They didn't stop I turned around And for the first time in my life I lower myself to violence And punch one in the leg I break down I'm lucky to work with such wonderful people in theatre I just want to live my life I just want to be left and not harassed Im told I can sit on the boys side I have to sit alone I can only sit in the front or back I have to tell the stranger next to me he can't sit there I want to tell him why I don't want to out myself I have to give up the ounce of validation of being treated like a normal guy on the bus by the other guys, who are unafraid to get in trouble for sitting with me cause they don't know what I am or care I wish... I wish I was born right just like he and every other guy on the bus But if I was I would not be me. I could not understand my own struggles Or sympathize so much with others I could not learn and adapt the way I do now Could not have taught myself to be brave in the same way I am I could not have the experience of having kids with my spouse the way I want to I would not have needed to stand up for my rights or that of others I would not have addresssed my lack of understanding and my internalized transphobia I am stronger for who and what I am. My gestalt. For learning to come to terms with the harsh truths of what I am to the world. If that wish came true, I would not be me. I would not be Orion.
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May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC
Write About a Wish Gone Wrong
I'm just trying to live my life Like any other human being I get on the bus, sit on the guys side I go through my day-to-day I get called down to the office I'm told I have to sit on the girls side because I'm in the system as a girl I tell him I'm not a girl and the heteronormative system is ridiculous I didn't do anything wrong and sit by myself anyways He says he will see what he can do In the hallway not long after, after school ends, going down stairs I group of kids scream near my ears I mumble to myself and they touch my head I said stop They didn't stop I turned around And for the first time in my life I lower myself to violence And punch one in the leg I break down I'm lucky to work with such wonderful people in theatre I just want to live my life I just want to be left and not harassed Im told I can sit on the boys side I have to sit alone I can only sit in the front or back I have to tell the stranger next to me he can't sit there I want to tell him why I don't want to out myself I have to give up the ounce of validation of being treated like a normal guy on the bus by the other guys, who are unafraid to get in trouble for sitting with me cause they don't know what I am or care I wish... I wish I was born right just like he and every other guy on the bus But if I was I would not be me. I could not understand my own struggles Or sympathize so much with others I could not learn and adapt the way I do now Could not have taught myself to be brave in the same way I am I could not have the experience of having kids with my spouse the way I want to I would not have needed to stand up for my rights or that of others I would not have addresssed my lack of understanding and my internalized transphobia I am stronger for who and what I am. My gestalt. For learning to come to terms with the harsh truths of what I am to the world. If that wish came true, I would not be me. I would not be Orion.
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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
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
41%
You say support for us is “collaborating with madness” I must really be nothing to you Someday I will wake you up The alarm clock will not come with a snooze button If you want to quiet me, you will have to throw the clock Against the wall Let it smash into a million pieces But you will always hear a faint phantom ringing in your ears It will grow louder And louder It will never truly be silenced. You think I’m crazy A queer little copycat Let me let you in on a little secret The world moves on, with or without you I will move on, with or without you I know that it is likely to be the latter In a way, I almost want it to be Black cannot become white without first having specks of grey You are the deepest, darkest black of night I am a myriad of colors “Have I gone mad, Alice? “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But let me tell you a secret. All the best people are.” I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re all mad here. Some of us just refuse to see People hide behind their bibles Yet speak of things that aren’t even written in them Where does our God say, “Thou shalt not be transgender?” You use the book as an excuse As a shield for your bigotry You may as well spit on the cover Or light the pages ablaze with your disrespect.
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
We're All Mad Here
When all is done and your tools have cut into me when the audience roars and Satan asks me, "How was it?" know this, with every part of you that is able to know: I'll make sure to save you a seat in the coldest theater of hell.
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Idiot Doctor
You stopped to say hey, but then you must, you were with friends so you just, what? You must what? We chatted before, no friends, lust? What? You lust what? You can't be true to you! So what of me? Disgust or lust? Poetry by Kaydee.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
I am the Fine Line.
In this nearly empty trash can I can see the hard work of a former student who wanted her club to feel loved Thrown away and ripped apart just like our confidence. In this nearly empty trash can I can see the scars on a kid’s wrist Torn open and ripped apart until all of their pride bleeds out of their skin In this nearly empty trash can I can see the suicides of my brothers, sisters, and siblings that don’t identify as either Their memories tossed out and joked over as if their breath never breathed life into their former friends In this nearly empty trash can I can see another GSA meeting poster, ripped off the wall and tossed away Because even our papers don’t get respect in these hallways
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
Trash Can
Have you seen him? The boy tears running down his face like a shower head Have you seen him? the boy rocking back and forwards like a metronome Have you seen him? wringing his neck dangling from the tree in his closet Have you seen it? that tree the tree that has hung infinite bodies soiled in rules and norms seeds of hate and malice planted by those who hate us Have you seen it? the blood of our sisters and brothers our black brothers and sisters our native brothers and sisters our latinx our brown our gay our lesbian our bi our trans brothers and sisters Don't you see it? We exist on this same tree divided
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
divided
Land of the Free Yet ranks 20th in the world Land of the Free Unless you aren't White, rich, and male Unless you aren't Christian or Atheist. Slam the borders! Americans insist Keep them out! Let no one in! Land of the Free We sing And chant Land of the Free Proud are we Land of the Free But not.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Untitled
I was taught to love you from birth You raised me and taught me, watched me grow As I'm older, you've changed Rearranged the priorities I thought you had I've had a hunger for knowledge for years I thought you did too Yet you yell about 'them' 'They're ruining america' 'I don't want them near me' How did you raise me, how did I not know all this time? How did you hold me in as an infant, with your arms balled up in fists? How did you kiss me with poison on your lips? I am from you, you are in me Take my blood and let it reach your veins I am immune to whatever plagues these childhood heroes Maybe they got lost along the way I've tried to help, but the poison takes over Clouds their thoughts, they yell I've looked up to them for twenty years twenty ways they've wronged me twenty ways they've hurt me and twenty years still, I will love them Because I will not kiss my children with poisoned lips The poison stops with me
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
antivenom
Fifty innocent deaths Are fifty deaths too many They prove that the world still Is full of hatred I have a right to hate it Proof: This blood spill And now there is a lack of blood Yet we are not allowed donate ? O positive and O negative, oh Mainly, I am positive that This needs to change I am so sorry, Orlando
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Orlando
What right have you To tell someone they are not Who they know they are. You. A person who seems so sure of themselves, So comfortable. Tells him, Someone who questioned himself his whole life, That he is not who he knows he is?
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
Transphobia
‘it’ he said to my chagrin a lying snake he was akin ‘it’ she said he called me so i had been led i fill with woe ‘it’ i heard i’ll show him how he is absurd he’ll rue it now ‘he’ not ‘it’ boy has no class he’s such a twit again? i’ll kick your-
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
'it'
The tears streamed from your eyes Like salty rivers on a quest; They poured to the ground, As your secret you confessed. Your mother held her breath, Stared at you with kindling, rampant rage; "You are not a ******* boy, This is just a phase." She hides you from me, Separating us from the intimacy that held us together; Prevents us from experiencing our love in person, It is so tender. The days are passing, You are hurting inside; She insults you, blames you, For being a girl who lies. The knife inches toward you throat, Your fingers aching to seal your fate; But baby, look toward me, It is never too late. Hold onto this passion as if it Is the very water to quench your thirst; The very food to satiate your appetite, Fulfill your mirth. Boy of mine, Your heart is pure. Eventually you can slam In her face the door. Just hold on, Take deep breaths; Self-harm isn't a solution, Neither is death.
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
Boy of Mine