#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?
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC
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
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:07 PM UTC
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.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
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.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC
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.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC
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.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:48 PM UTC
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
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
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?
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 12:22 AM UTC
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.
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 1:32 PM UTC
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
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
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.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC
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
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
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.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
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.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
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.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
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
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
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
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
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.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
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
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
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
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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?
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
‘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-
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
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.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC