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"skylar" poems
We are who we are We love who love us We love who hate us We love our Gender Call us Girls Call us women Call us Ladies We are TransWomen Stop being confused Stop being surprised Stop calling us He or It We hate that pronoun We are females we as others We deserve our rights like others We deserve love and affection We deserve Respect like others We are tired of your nicknames "Is a he or a she", "what is this?" It hurts please stop stop stop! We are fine ladies! Full stop ! You scared our fellow ladies They are crying in closet They are lonely in families Because we are Transgenders! Stop abusing my brothers They men and so proud to be Don't be confused by what you see A transMan is a powerful Man! Respect them now and forever Stop calling them ladies or things They are men **** and classy They are men always and forever See us slaying down town We are lovely and attractive We know who we are friends You can't change us Sit down! Don't be confused by Breast That the **** chest of our brother! He is strong enough to be proud We love our bodies and gender We won't hide because you hate us The more you see us feeling proud The better you understand us We are Proud Transgenders! We ladies need our Freedom Government think about us All women are equal in the country We need all care and attentions! Stop calling us Monsters We are human beings We deserve our Rights We are citizens like others! This ain't western culture This ain't Sodoma and Gomollah This is the gender of Us We are Proud Transgender people! Pastors stop that hate preach That hell you need us to go in That Sodoma you always sing All were from Those Bibles If you accuse all LGBTI people To bring back ***** or Gomollah First remember that bible you read Was brought by Evangelists We had gods and goddesses Africa knew no White God We had Love and respect Read , reread and Rereread! Love wins and will win You are taking us nowhere We are here to stay and slay Ourselves Genger our Pride We are done by your hate Is our time to shine bright! You gonna hate us today And you will love us later! TransWomen are women TransMen are Strong men Transgender is a Gender Respect us we hurt no one! "Transgender Right is Human right TransWomen are women too TransMen are men as well We claim no war but our Freedom We claim no hate but our Respect" Poet : Skylar G Peter Poem: we Are Proud Transgender people
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
We are Proud Transgender People (a poem by a trans refugee)
We are who we are We love who love us We love who hate us We love our Gender Call us Girls Call us women Call us Ladies We are TransWomen Stop being confused Stop being surprised Stop calling us He or It We hate that pronoun We are females we as others We deserve our rights like others We deserve love and affection We deserve Respect like others We are tired of your nicknames "Is a he or a she", "what is this?" It hurts please stop stop stop! We are fine ladies! Full stop ! You scared our fellow ladies They are crying in closet They are lonely in families Because we are Transgenders! Stop abusing my brothers They men and so proud to be Don't be confused by what you see A transMan is a powerful Man! Respect them now and forever Stop calling them ladies or things They are men **** and classy They are men always and forever See us slaying down town We are lovely and attractive We know who we are friends You can't change us Sit down! Don't be confused by Breast That the **** chest of our brother! He is strong enough to be proud We love our bodies and gender We won't hide because you hate us The more you see us feeling proud The better you understand us We are Proud Transgenders! We ladies need our Freedom Government think about us All women are equal in the country We need all care and attentions! Stop calling us Monsters We are human beings We deserve our Rights We are citizens like others! This ain't western culture This ain't Sodoma and Gomollah This is the gender of Us We are Proud Transgender people! Pastors stop that hate preach That hell you need us to go in That Sodoma you always sing All were from Those Bibles If you accuse all LGBTI people To bring back ***** or Gomollah First remember that bible you read Was brought by Evangelists We had gods and goddesses Africa knew no White God We had Love and respect Read , reread and Rereread! Love wins and will win You are taking us nowhere We are here to stay and slay Ourselves Genger our Pride We are done by your hate Is our time to shine bright! You gonna hate us today And you will love us later! TransWomen are women TransMen are Strong men Transgender is a Gender Respect us we hurt no one! "Transgender Right is Human right TransWomen are women too TransMen are men as well We claim no war but our Freedom We claim no hate but our Respect" Poet : Skylar G Peter Poem: we Are Proud Transgender people
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It was my first time I was fifteen years old And it was 8 inches. Eight. Whole. Inches. Laying motionless in my hands, Long and lifeless as I stared excitedly, nervously My first ...haircut I spun around in the salon chair to see my exposed jaw, shoulders, neck Holding in my hands a ponytail that would soon be sent to Locks of Love My first legitimate haircut, not the simple snips my mom would attempt in the bathroom when split ends were too unbearable, A real style Back straight and shoulders proud, Uncertainty left on the tiles beneath the feet of beaming confidence, Leaving dead the sheet that covered scared eyes and shy smiles…ever since I've developed an addiction to change, Can't leave it the same for more than two months And the chime of the door behind me opened endless opportunities: Brown, auburn, gold, red, blond, yellow Black Brown black, blue black, soft black, natural black, always back to black Straight, curly, layered, cropped, feathered, fringed, shaved Undercut, mohawk, faux hawk, that weird thing where I gel it to the side and kind of look like a boy... And yeah, sometimes I get sick of the sexist comments People telling me I've got a boy's haircut That short hair is for men, but So were the olympics and voting and public education and getting published, And thriving in the workplace and wearing pants, And god knows im not going to give up either my Levi's or my razor I'm not going to keep worrying; man's words will stop me from doing what i love And I've been called lesbian, boyish, butch, manly, androgynous, anti-effeminate, But I know I don't stand alone. So thank you, Natalie Portman, P!nk, Rihanna, Katy Perry, Anne Hathaway, Kaley, Megan, Erin, Kim, Skylar I don't know all of you well, But the risks you've taken with your hair Are an inspiration to those who care So short haired women, Keep doing your thang.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
My First Time
It was my first time I was fifteen years old And it was 8 inches. Eight. Whole. Inches. Laying motionless in my hands, Long and lifeless as I stared excitedly, nervously My first ...haircut I spun around in the salon chair to see my exposed jaw, shoulders, neck Holding in my hands a ponytail that would soon be sent to Locks of Love My first legitimate haircut, not the simple snips my mom would attempt in the bathroom when split ends were too unbearable, A real style Back straight and shoulders proud, Uncertainty left on the tiles beneath the feet of beaming confidence, Leaving dead the sheet that covered scared eyes and shy smiles…ever since I've developed an addiction to change, Can't leave it the same for more than two months And the chime of the door behind me opened endless opportunities: Brown, auburn, gold, red, blond, yellow Black Brown black, blue black, soft black, natural black, always back to black Straight, curly, layered, cropped, feathered, fringed, shaved Undercut, mohawk, faux hawk, that weird thing where I gel it to the side and kind of look like a boy... And yeah, sometimes I get sick of the sexist comments People telling me I've got a boy's haircut That short hair is for men, but So were the olympics and voting and public education and getting published, And thriving in the workplace and wearing pants, And god knows im not going to give up either my Levi's or my razor I'm not going to keep worrying; man's words will stop me from doing what i love And I've been called lesbian, boyish, butch, manly, androgynous, anti-effeminate, But I know I don't stand alone. So thank you, Natalie Portman, P!nk, Rihanna, Katy Perry, Anne Hathaway, Kaley, Megan, Erin, Kim, Skylar I don't know all of you well, But the risks you've taken with your hair Are an inspiration to those who care So short haired women, Keep doing your thang.
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I've kissed girls In my head Many times. Never in real life but In my head, yeah. They're usually a model or a friend like Cara Delevingne or Skylar. But well, It'll never happen because Eh, I'm crazy. I think I have more of a chance with Cara though personally. I'll just make out with someone else Until then.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
Cara Delevingne
Condensation left, the window blind smudging with a bare hand the panes allow sight, to the restlessness of the trees and the blustering leaves rain forming puddles Seeing him wave, from across the street with, board in hand smiling upwards, glancing the butterflies kick and twist "Meadow, Meadow.." "Shush, I know, he's outside!" Her little sister was always part of, the games too she knew their ma, would never allow Meadow out barely allowed, away  from sight, overprotective eyes Cady patiently waited, beside the park gate, as always as he watched his girl, run freedom and beauty in her eyes, a manifestation of the name she was graced with Indigo jeans, bleeding into the rain, as she splashes through, puddles reflecting her love, as he smiles with bright eyes, embracing her sweet sixteen kisses, connect Racing through the field, kids crazy in love, sketching names into hollowed out trees, drinking beer, sparking a doobie, last nights skater smoking session, come undone Hours pass, dark skies blacken street lights lead, a pathway home, laughter echoes she's to climb the tree, crawl in through the window slightly parted for her return Great escapes, all well and good, falling drunk and high, left her misunderstood, no way back in home, she calls "Skylar, can you let me in!" "Coming now.." Their kiss lingered, Cady pulled away, and waved looking back as his skate board took him back down the street, home "You love him Meadow!" "Skylar, I really do." © Sia Jane
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Eleutheromania
Condensation left, the window blind smudging with a bare hand the panes allow sight, to the restlessness of the trees and the blustering leaves rain forming puddles Seeing him wave, from across the street with, board in hand smiling upwards, glancing the butterflies kick and twist "Meadow, Meadow.." "Shush, I know, he's outside!" Her little sister was always part of, the games too she knew their ma, would never allow Meadow out barely allowed, away  from sight, overprotective eyes Cady patiently waited, beside the park gate, as always as he watched his girl, run freedom and beauty in her eyes, a manifestation of the name she was graced with Indigo jeans, bleeding into the rain, as she splashes through, puddles reflecting her love, as he smiles with bright eyes, embracing her sweet sixteen kisses, connect Racing through the field, kids crazy in love, sketching names into hollowed out trees, drinking beer, sparking a doobie, last nights skater smoking session, come undone Hours pass, dark skies blacken street lights lead, a pathway home, laughter echoes she's to climb the tree, crawl in through the window slightly parted for her return Great escapes, all well and good, falling drunk and high, left her misunderstood, no way back in home, she calls "Skylar, can you let me in!" "Coming now.." Their kiss lingered, Cady pulled away, and waved looking back as his skate board took him back down the street, home "You love him Meadow!" "Skylar, I really do." © Sia Jane
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Michael ****** Miranda and now Jake is mad Diana's freakin' out because her grades are bad Skylar's new boyfriend is twice her age Popping pills is all the rage Bradley and Calli have a thing going on But she's in love with someone, that's so wrong! Mary and Solange got in a fight at school "Rielly and Lilli think they're soooo cool" I've taken adderall every day this week The feels I'm feeling feel so sweet Is she a ****** Oh my god, who!? So blurred the walls don't even know what to do Walk down the street and hope the cops don't see C'mon baby and party with me
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Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Kids
I'll be fine, I promise.
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
Skylar & Ashley (5w)
Hey Who are you? But I'm me You can't be me Yet you feel like home You feel like me How can you be me, if I'm me? You say you are a part of me I don't get it How Oh You are me A part of me I love you I love me Yet you tear me apart Am I tearing myself apart? I don't know myself anymore I feel like you I want to be you Skylar Sky So far yet so close Skylar Who am I? Hey I'm Skylar I am me He is me She is me Two in One I've had you with me all this time Yet I couldn't see you I'm sorry Oh They're tearing me apart What Who Do I want to be? I don't know who I am Hey I guess this is who I am Oh I get it It's called Bigender It feels so right Yet so wrong at times Skylar looks down at himself Why do they have to be there? She is Skylar now too It makes me feel better Yet it tears me apart when I don't know Help Stay away Skylar
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Skylar
Skylar, What if you were told that I Killed myself? Ashley, What would you do? Maddie, Would you miss my fake smile? Mom, Would you cry? Dad, Would you care? Macky, Would you miss me? Tori, Are you glad? Bryce, Would you miss our Doctor Who days? Trace, Would you miss Cuddling with me? Mike, Would your Lessons be quieter? Hellopoetry, Would you miss my words that Meant so little?
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
What if?...
Inside me something's screaming. No, I'm screaming. It's telling me I'm insane. It's telling me to stop. To change and act normal. I'll try to distract myself, But really I'm not. It's still there. The abnormal me is still there. Suddenly I've found there's a word. I'm pretty sure it fits. I'm not sure that I'm not even more outrageous, But just trying to make the wrong puzzle piece fit. Wanting to continue, But wanting it to end. I want to live my life. Not be buried in this made up mess. My made up mess. Skylar Grey says "you can't haunt me" Well this already is. I'd love to say I won't let you in, I will win, But that's not what I'm doing. It's comfort and pain. At least I know it's real. That I'm not the only one. However I'm still stuck here like this. Would I rather be numb? In the articles I read: "Sometimes painfully aware." Yeah, it's really painful right now. Because I know that I'm imagining, And that's not what people do. I've always tried to prove I'm normal. Now it feels as if the whole world has slapped me in the face. Repeatedly. And this won't be the end. They'll find more things to bother me with. And I'm just not meant to care! You could say this is getting interesting, But I'm not sure what else the world could have to share; About "me". Well they clearly don't know anything. That's what I hope. It's also what I know is false.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Another Added Curse
Michael hates Miranda and so does Jake Diana moved away to a house with a gate Skylar's boyfriend isn't new anymore Poppin pills made my mind feel sore Bradley and Calli haven't talked in months She's still in love with M and it really ******* ***** Tomorrow is Monday but I don't have school Rielly and Lilli are idiots, I'm tellin you I traded all that addy for a pipe and some grass Now in my eyes you'll see a girl so jaded and crass Don't give a **** cause they'll never catch me Don't be a ***** Come and party with me
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
Kids pt 2
I heard you die twice, once when they bury you in the grave and the second time is the last time that somebody mentions your name - Glorious, Macklemore Ft. Skylar Grey
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
die twice
I can't seem to find the words for When I look into your eyes. The perfect blue and Gray blends together, To form something Beautiful. I see your wrists And I smile. You've been through so Much. I'm glad to have helped if I have. Even though seeing you Sad Makes me unhappy, I know that in some way You've become stronger. I can see it in the way your Cuts have healed, And In the way you Talk, Smile, Laugh, Cry. Everything you do shows you've become Stronger Than yesterday. If I kissed your scars, Would you turn away? I want to show you how much I Care for you, Even if it's just as a friend. I love you so much, And I mean it dear. I can't be with you but, Our furture as friends will be eternal.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
Skylar, this one's for you.
Please tell me why, my boyfriends is behind bars      And I'm sleeping in my friends car And your gone      Can we forget about the things I said when I was... I didn't mean to call you that      Please tell me why, I came through the window last night And your gone -For Skylar who read every word I wrote And let me write this for her
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Please Tell Me Why (by Lit) My version
Hey Skylar, I See You. All of you. Every. Single. Part Of you. You. You. You. Look at you! You're beautiful! You're my muse, Darling. And I love every atom of you.
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
Skylar, I see you(:
You're defensive. And I get it. The way I Look into your eyes is Not the same as I Look into his. The way he Kisses my cheek and says, "Hello!" Is different from the time you Cried and I kissed you on the Top of your head. It's not the same. For him it's lust. But For you, Well, To be honest, I am in love with you. But I'm trying so hard not to be.
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
Skylar II
I had a dream that All the people I've ever loved or Cared about last night Took turns to do terrible, terrible things to me. Mike, you told me that You never cared about me. Skylar, you told me I never mattered. Ashley, you said you Just pretended to be my friend. Mom, you didn't say much except for hitting Me like you used too. Dad, you left. Again. And again. And again. Tori, you told me to lose more Weight because I'm fat. Bryce, you told me the Doctor wasn't real. Macky, you told that All those times you Touched me was because I was useless. Joey, that you never really did love me and That you never will. Mrs.Jennie, I'm not your daughter, Am I? And so many more... But last but not least, I saw myself. Looking at me. Smirking that evil smirk. Laughing, And taunting me. Telling me over and Over again that I'll never be good enough. I woke up crying and I knew why they thought I Might be capable of suicide. It's because I'm just so weak.
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
Weak (dream-5/14/13)
I'll do you a favor and Pretend I never felt Anything for you.
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
Skylar, Mr.S, And whoever I've put the burden of my feelings on.
The back of my eyelids can't seem to forget you. I fell asleep that night, drunk as can be. I had a dream about you, the way it use to be; the way it should be. When I woke up I ran to the bathroom and threw up last nights party. I gagged and gagged and tried to get rid of the thought of you. But it's not just something I can throw up. It's not easy living without you. When will it be over? --the pain I mean. Waking up without you in my bed, that's probably the hardest part. Not being able to smell your scent on my pillow. Not being able to see your morning beauty. What am I doing with myself? --Living in the past. Ya know, I often yell at myself to wake up. "Skylar wake up. Skylar wake the **** up. This isn't a ******* game. She's gone and now it's just you and your thought. Wakeup.Wakeup.Wakeup." I don't wake up. I sit there in my everyday mind set, and I just can't rid the thought that I have to live without you. It's been a year. A year that we seperated. I can't shake the truth. One whole year. Over 365 days without you. I just want to snap and you be here beside me. It's not that easy, I guess. --I'm talking about loving someone. You're irreplaceable. No one, no one in the ******* world could make up for what part you played in my life. You helped me figure things out, realize that I am loved. I think I've realized that all I need in this world is your love. --Well, I guess that means I don't have what I need. I'm happy for you. You're suppose to move on, find another. I know this is selfish, but what about ME? What am I saying? It could never happen. You're in a world I have no part in. A world where the grass is green and the sun shines bright on your future. --a future I'm not a part of. It's not your fault, I know. You met me at a wrong time in my life. A time where the darkness was my only friend. I was, well I was ****** up. I was sick. Only if you would have met me a year later. I'm brighter. --especially in the daylight. Maybe meeting me later would have made a difference. Who knows? Maybe it's for the best we're apart. I wasn't healthy, and you weren't either. We were two negatives trying to make a positive. Bottom line is: I wish I was yours.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
I'm sick of writing about you
The back of my eyelids can't seem to forget you. I fell asleep that night, drunk as can be. I had a dream about you, the way it use to be; the way it should be. When I woke up I ran to the bathroom and threw up last nights party. I gagged and gagged and tried to get rid of the thought of you. But it's not just something I can throw up. It's not easy living without you. When will it be over? --the pain I mean. Waking up without you in my bed, that's probably the hardest part. Not being able to smell your scent on my pillow. Not being able to see your morning beauty. What am I doing with myself? --Living in the past. Ya know, I often yell at myself to wake up. "Skylar wake up. Skylar wake the **** up. This isn't a ******* game. She's gone and now it's just you and your thought. Wakeup.Wakeup.Wakeup." I don't wake up. I sit there in my everyday mind set, and I just can't rid the thought that I have to live without you. It's been a year. A year that we seperated. I can't shake the truth. One whole year. Over 365 days without you. I just want to snap and you be here beside me. It's not that easy, I guess. --I'm talking about loving someone. You're irreplaceable. No one, no one in the ******* world could make up for what part you played in my life. You helped me figure things out, realize that I am loved. I think I've realized that all I need in this world is your love. --Well, I guess that means I don't have what I need. I'm happy for you. You're suppose to move on, find another. I know this is selfish, but what about ME? What am I saying? It could never happen. You're in a world I have no part in. A world where the grass is green and the sun shines bright on your future. --a future I'm not a part of. It's not your fault, I know. You met me at a wrong time in my life. A time where the darkness was my only friend. I was, well I was ****** up. I was sick. Only if you would have met me a year later. I'm brighter. --especially in the daylight. Maybe meeting me later would have made a difference. Who knows? Maybe it's for the best we're apart. I wasn't healthy, and you weren't either. We were two negatives trying to make a positive. Bottom line is: I wish I was yours.
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You were my sky The one that I look up to The one that makes me smile The one that's too far I really love the sky It's breathtakingly beautiful I really love the sky Its oddly wonderful I fell in love to the sky from above But I never expected To fell in love to another Sky Hello Sky, I love you Skylar
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Sky