Transman poems on Hello Poetry

Waritsara Karlberg May 2018

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

Skylar is a 23yo transwoman originally from Rwanda but had recently fled to Uganda. Both countries are very transphobic and homophobic so I can only imagine how much she is struggling especially with her own safety. I would be most grateful if you can at least share this poem as much as you can to raise awareness. Thankyou

#transgender #people #refugee #africa #uganda #rwanda #skylar

G Valentine Jun 2022

Roe V. Wade - And the world caught fire

A seemingly fine day ruined with one headline.
Then another. And another. And by the time my phone stops buzzing the news couldn't be any clearer.

We lost a battle today. A battle for basic humanity, a battle to our own autonomy.

"Women" lost. "Women" should be afraid. "Women". "Women". "Women".

Every headline I read talks about how scary the world is for women.

Yes, the world is scary for women...or anyone with a ******.

I don't want to make this about me. Because it's not. It's about every transgender man that fights for healthcare on a daily basis. It's about every non-binary person assigned female at birth who can get pregnant.

and yes....it's about women.

It's about people (men and women) who think their ideals should determine what I do with my body.

It's about every pastor, minister, judge, and human being who feels they have a say in how my life is lived.

Poetry has always been and will always be political.

Poetry is art and art is expression of feeling.

Today....I'm ******.
I'm overwhelmed with a feeling of dread.

The same feeling of dread I felt during the 2016 election.
The same feeling of dread I felt the night of the Pulse Orlando shootings.
The same feeling of dread I feel every time I think of wearing my trans pride shirt out in public.

I'm not afraid to say how absolutely terrified I am....I'm just afraid for whatever is coming next.

Sincerely,

- Your friendly ****** having transman.

Injustice isn't even the half of it

#roevwade #abortion #transgender #ftm

Mateuš Conrad Jun 2017

proper pronoun usage vs. improper noun usage

i guess anyone can be dragged into some zetigeist point of interest; and as anyone, here are my two-pence argument.

so i'm listening to this "dicussion" -
or what became a heated debate...
firstly, since dialectics only works
           one-on-one between only
two people, and is subsequently
reduced to screaming and shouting
if staged in a public place
                    with interjections from
flies and gnats who throw in their
own two-pence worth of supporting
either of the two people having
   a "discussion"...
         well... another thing about original
dialectics,
                 and modern dialectics?
the *mediator...
                   in original dialectics there
was no mediator, unless of course
if you suppose socrates was the mediator,
even so, that ancient mediator
             asked questions...
the modern mediator?
                 doesn't ask anything other than
asking one speaker to not interrupt
the other speaker...
                      the topic of discussion i was
listening to?
             transexuality...
           ****** confusing,
                  something confusing was bugging
me...
          why would i have to call a man
        a transwoman?
                       shouldn't i be calling a man
transman?
                   otherwise i'll be confusing pronouns...
or not using them "properly"...
    i just think that proper nouns are
not being used...
               it's not for the man to identify himself
as a transwoman...
           why?
                     i'm the "cis" man who's supposed
to identify the man, as a woman,
                     and what happens then?
   the man retains his inner-trans conceptualisation
i.e. i am beyond being a man,
              there i must show to cis men that
i am...
              e.g.? i was "fooled" by blaire white,
i thought she was a woman...
       and i still couldn't believe she wasn't when
she did a video showing her pre-transition
photographs...
          see!?    what's this ******* about
improper pronoun usage?
     what is happening is, AN IMPROPER NOUN
usage, by the man, who is a transman
within himself, but a woman to me,
   therefore i have no problem in finding her
attractive;
                  it would be easier to decide in
Scotland, i know that... is a woman who internalised
her transition and became a transwoman
           was wearing a kilt... and phoom!
        the garden of eden, and a river running
though it, down the middle.

ellis danzel May 2014

Rock My World

This is the introduction to another cliche poem about love...well maybe.

I just want to meet one **** person that enthralls me, that doesn't end up just wanting me for ***. I honestly thought that maybe she'd be different. But, to her, I think I'm just a one night stand.

I mean really??

I just need her to tell me she felt something different with me.

I just need her to tell me that I'm more than some stupid one night stand.

I just want her to tell me that she could fall in love with me...because whenever I'm around her, I'm always blushing, I'm always bashful, she brings out the shy little boy in me.

or maybe,

I'm crazy.

or maybe,

Its just the hormones.

The testosterone is probably driving me little insane.

Oh the unfortunate life of a transman. Sad, but true.

...with a smidge of anger, but that's besides the point...I'm always angry, I'm a poet.

and if there is one thing you need to know about this poet,

its that he likes going off on tangents.

anyways,

I just want to be with her.

Simply because she rocked my world... In more ways than one if you know what I mean.

I want her to be mine...or the respectfully equal to me in the form of a consensual relationship type partnership type thing.

whatever floats her boat...

because I just want to be the ocean underneath her.

and as if this poem couldn't get any more cliche, I'd like to point out that I'm a bottom or whatever that means because I guess she's a top...or at least she's the top to my bottom.

and I like it that way.

Call me a melodramatic hopeless romantic fool, but I want it to always be that way.

because I knew from the moment I saw her briefly make eye contact with me for the first time...I wanted to be her bottom, her ocean, her bashful little trans man. I could list titles forever, but I wont because I'm trying to be serious.

I read her some of my writing that night, and in truth I knew that she enjoyed it. Despite fact that she doesn't like poetry and she apparently doesn't make any exceptions for anyone... I could see in her eyes that I astonished her.

I hope that some day I become her favourite writer, maybe then I could rock her world in return.

Karisa Brown Jan 2020

Trans identity

Her hair waved
With passionate oversight
She dawned
Every time she whipped it and
It grew light
She was a princess
But then
She cut it.

And found those
Words were
People's idea of what
She thought she was
Then when she was ready
She cut it again and said
I am a transman
And the weight got lifted
His aura changed.

People got scared
But guess what
His smile got bigger
Cuz he didn't care.

And his body felt
Light and tingly
Every time he thought
Of himself as a man
With that question gone
he didn't ever have to
Say I'm sorry again.

He grew confident and proud
That he had grown into his skin!
Yay me!!!
You go boy!!!

#transman #love #self

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