"sodoma" poems - Hello Poetry

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

etherealtherapy

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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A Statue of Ashes December 27, 2014 at 9:24pm I was once lost in a moment of time She was right behind me I've tired to tell them Sometimes... It's always the same There were once whispers Behind my shadow And it's always the same She was right behind me I couldn't tell them Sometimes... There are whispers Behind my shadows She wanted this world And it's riches of illusions The kingdom of Sodoma The kingdom of flesh It's always the same She was right behind me I've tired to tell them But it's all the same Of whispers behind my shadow Sometimes... It's always the same Sometimes... There are whispers Behined my shadows Ashes remain without her Ashes remain unseen of your beauty So clear as fallen leaves As crumbled ruins unknown Past present and future Ashes remain without beauty There was once Ashes behind me There was once ashes behind my hands My hands had once held the ashes of her shadows Past present and future There were once whispers behind my hands She became a statue of ashes Yet It's always the same Her shadow was once behind me Yet she became ashes as white as snow She was once behind me And it's always the same For all my broken promises Have become unto ashes lost in halls of broken mirrors One is free to leave it's cage One can leave this shadow Yet, It's all that she can't leave behind Of her crumbled stateus of ashes I have not looked back Yet, I can feel her ashes on my hands What have you done? What have you become? She was once so dear to me Before she became a statue of ashes behind me

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC

Shadow-Silence

A Statue of Ashes

A Statue of Ashes December 27, 2014 at 9:24pm I was once lost in a moment of time She was right behind me I've tired to tell them Sometimes... It's always the same There were once whispers Behind my shadow And it's always the same She was right behind me I couldn't tell them Sometimes... There are whispers Behind my shadows She wanted this world And it's riches of illusions The kingdom of Sodoma The kingdom of flesh It's always the same She was right behind me I've tired to tell them But it's all the same Of whispers behind my shadow Sometimes... It's always the same Sometimes... There are whispers Behined my shadows Ashes remain without her Ashes remain unseen of your beauty So clear as fallen leaves As crumbled ruins unknown Past present and future Ashes remain without beauty There was once Ashes behind me There was once ashes behind my hands My hands had once held the ashes of her shadows Past present and future There were once whispers behind my hands She became a statue of ashes Yet It's always the same Her shadow was once behind me Yet she became ashes as white as snow She was once behind me And it's always the same For all my broken promises Have become unto ashes lost in halls of broken mirrors One is free to leave it's cage One can leave this shadow Yet, It's all that she can't leave behind Of her crumbled stateus of ashes I have not looked back Yet, I can feel her ashes on my hands What have you done? What have you become? She was once so dear to me Before she became a statue of ashes behind me

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The real woman who loves the green woman of life is the unit of white light that the great body of the three corpses large head, large and warm, warm night loves the head of the body of the head instead of the United States, the son of the blood of the women of New York. The acid of the redhead is yellow and the appetite of the earth is the queen of cold gold. The power of the power of free life. Eli's Shadow is a person unknown by Joey Christ in the Brown Morning; The story of the birth of Igor Dammad, son of Amor, is the story of children. English Sky's 'R' Ussian ***** A beautiful body beauty, The goddess Devi; The beauty of the hand lost the life of the Goddess IV IVN, the beauty of the beauty, of the wife, the children, the children who walk, walk in beautiful landscapes of the beautiful nature of another Christian nature. The Tennis game of the distant parade is on the first day of the first day of the movement of the fat tongue that can reproduce an image of the brain citing intense feelings of intensive care and quotations of dark suits. Eyes of eyes; The eyes of the club are hidden from the pink zone of Hera, the original dance of the sand beach corridor. Sodoma dressed in toxic birth. Thin white, white couscous flies this message, the ******* the color of the dead fried Chinese monster started. To confuse breast cancer, the police returned the sticks that are experienced mothers. I love **** hair while I talk live with the cover of Ivanka, who is in a booth a lover. The talented foot of the country offers beautiful girls with female ******* military fame, zero green, this order of liberation. To use the magic range of light, I want to prevent the crystal crystals from increasing the heat, the cancer belt, the oven and the Jewish underwear. He said that after China and the expression the daughter of fingerprints, in the air most of the life of the Australian mother's many rulers is a good life for love. Generally, like life, **** is the quality of the prayer of the green trees, which will talk about the negative aspects of the river. Burke plays an important role. The client Torres Mundle and the world name: "Copa de piezas", which serves Greek products in English (in North Korea).

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

"Copa de piezas" [Her Russian ***** for Sonya

The real woman who loves the green woman of life is the unit of white light that the great body of the three corpses large head, large and warm, warm night loves the head of the body of the head instead of the United States, the son of the blood of the women of New York. The acid of the redhead is yellow and the appetite of the earth is the queen of cold gold. The power of the power of free life. Eli's Shadow is a person unknown by Joey Christ in the Brown Morning; The story of the birth of Igor Dammad, son of Amor, is the story of children. English Sky's 'R' Ussian ***** A beautiful body beauty, The goddess Devi; The beauty of the hand lost the life of the Goddess IV IVN, the beauty of the beauty, of the wife, the children, the children who walk, walk in beautiful landscapes of the beautiful nature of another Christian nature. The Tennis game of the distant parade is on the first day of the first day of the movement of the fat tongue that can reproduce an image of the brain citing intense feelings of intensive care and quotations of dark suits. Eyes of eyes; The eyes of the club are hidden from the pink zone of Hera, the original dance of the sand beach corridor. Sodoma dressed in toxic birth. Thin white, white couscous flies this message, the ******* the color of the dead fried Chinese monster started. To confuse breast cancer, the police returned the sticks that are experienced mothers. I love **** hair while I talk live with the cover of Ivanka, who is in a booth a lover. The talented foot of the country offers beautiful girls with female ******* military fame, zero green, this order of liberation. To use the magic range of light, I want to prevent the crystal crystals from increasing the heat, the cancer belt, the oven and the Jewish underwear. He said that after China and the expression the daughter of fingerprints, in the air most of the life of the Australian mother's many rulers is a good life for love. Generally, like life, **** is the quality of the prayer of the green trees, which will talk about the negative aspects of the river. Burke plays an important role. The client Torres Mundle and the world name: "Copa de piezas", which serves Greek products in English (in North Korea).

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