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I'm sorry you believe
that you deserve my flesh
bruised, cut, beaten and rotting-
my body belongs to me.
I'm sorry you believe
that you deserve my wailing
twisted insides, the pit in my stomach, my fire heart-
those feelings belong to me.
Stab me once, stab me twice-
I may bleed, my hands may sweat,
my heart may pound, but I am in control.
that you deserve my flesh
bruised, cut, beaten and rotting-
my body belongs to me.
I'm sorry you believe
that you deserve my wailing
twisted insides, the pit in my stomach, my fire heart-
those feelings belong to me.
Stab me once, stab me twice-
I may bleed, my hands may sweat,
my heart may pound, but I am in control.
Literature
Pride
Glances wither, voices fade
Towers crumble, mirrors crack--
What's wrong with me?
This body that never
Was meant to be mine
This son who is always
Referred to as "daughter"--
What's wrong with me?
The bundle of sticks
That's a little too happy
The "I'm proud, I swear"
That's a little too sad--
What's wrong with me?
But there's this voice
This subconscious smile
That whispers what, maybe, I knew all along,
Says maybe,
Just maybe,
"You were born this way."
There's this thought,
This near silent whisper
That speaks from the cracks of the mirror that lied,
Says maybe,
Just maybe
"There's nothing to be ashamed of."
Th
Literature
Not Trans Enough
No, no I'm not alright.
I thought I was okay when I thought I got over them. I thought everything was fine when I thought I knew who I was, but then they come in and tell me who I am and who I'm supposed to be.
But low, I'm not even Trans* enough.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm apprehensive about taking T.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm not constantly ogling over girls.
I'm not Trans* enough because I like to wear dresses from time to time.
I'm not Trans* enough because I don't work out at the gym.
I'm not Trans* enough because I like to Sew and Bake.
I'm not Trans* enough because I didn't 'come out' when I was 3.
I'm not Trans
Literature
Secrets..
"We're just friends"
You say these words again and again
Because everyone is convinced,
That we are girlfriends.
You laugh it off,
"Oh yea, as if!"
I laugh along
But you don't notice that it's cold.
You don't pay attention to
The pounding of my heart
When you rest your head on my chest.
You don't feel my fingers tremble
When they meet your skin.
You don't notice my breathing
When your tongue slithers over my neck.
You fall asleep in my arms,
So you don't feel my lips
Brush slightly against your ear
And what's more, you don't hear
When I whisper,
"I love you"
You mumble something from your dreams
And just as I think I ma
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There was a typo in the poem, it has been corrected.