Castrated
At birth
Diagnosed
As woman
W h y a r e n ' t y o u p r o u d ?
Tomboys
Don't
Stay
They can't
You'll outgrow it
Won't you?
Women are meant to be
P r e t t y
NO
Don't name it
It becomes
REAL
Y o u ' l l n e v e r b e a m a n
Not a real one
Quickly take these pills
They'll fix you
They have to
Please
Wear her
L
be quiet
settle down
don't you dare make a sound
hush hush
close your eyes
close your mind
no one ever has the time
hush hush
dry your eyes
fake a smile
poker face cause your on trial
hush hush
hide the cuts
cover scars
wish on every single star
hush hush
bite your tongue
clench your fists
no on needs to know your wish
hush hush
bind your chest
pack your jeans
smile when you make a scene
don't hush
Mr. Reaper finally arrives by ACruelJoke, literature
Literature
Mr. Reaper finally arrives
As death approaches, I smile,
I know that Mr. Reaper brings freedom,
Freedom from this female hell, escape to my real self.
I feel this body struggle as its time draws near,
Yes, there is pain, yes this body fights for breath,
Yes, I have to tamp down the natural panic at this event,
Despite this, I smile as I wait... anticipating.
The last words I gasp out are "thank you" to Mr. Reaper,
Before I pass to the other side and become ME.
There I spend a moment with Mr. Reaper,
Who is a little confused as to my pleasure.
"Sir," I say, "I lived in hell,"
"Hell unending, with no escape, from this female form."
"The sensations it sent me
There was a new boy at school.
He sat in the back, all alone.
The teacher was doing roll call.
"Jessica?"
The boy froze.
"..Jessica? Is she here today?"
The boy raised his hand shakily and muttered quietly, almost scared.
"Here."
What sort of name was that for a boy?
Jessica?
She must be a girl, then.
At lunch she was alone, crying.
Why was she crying?
Because everything felt so wrong.
Her name didn't fit her.
Her body didn't fit her.
She was a boy on the inside.
Why was she a girl on the outside?
She truly thought it was to torture her.
So she scarred the body she hated, as if it would do any good
"Dude.. You're a girl!"
His words shot through me like a jolt of electricity. Did he just say what I think he did? He did, didn't it?
I analyze my situation quickly. What happened exactly? My mind feels hazy and it takes me a few seconds to recall.
I was trying to enjoy a walk through the park with my friends when Hilda clumsily spilled her soda on me. My shirt was soaked but Hilbert offered to take me home to change. He had offerred his jacket to me.. After that we rushed home, I went to my room and he came into my room.
Did he want his jacket back? I guess he does.
He's standing in front of me, head turned, blushing furiously. It takes
Transgender Day Of Rememberance by TehBossWoman, literature
Literature
Transgender Day Of Rememberance
Mother, I don't get it,
Why are you so sad?
Daddy, what's wrong?
You look a little mad.
Is it something I did?
Is it someone I know?
I don't know who to ask.
I don't know where to go.
~
A boy at school was in a dress,
but he said he it wasn't fun,
when we traded, some man came,
he said we had to run.
The man ran fast,
We were to slow,
he caught us both and then...
~
Mom, Dad, it's white here,
not red like that man said.
I see angels dressed in white,
not demons cloaked in red.
And they handed me a dress,
and said I could wear whatever.
The boy, in pants, took my hand,
and said "Let's fly together."
~
Mommy, I lov