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*Vent*Vent*Vent*Vent*Vent* Hi, I'm Tess..a
yes, Tessa
I don't like my name
Please, call me Tess
tomboy cause I won't wear a dress
I bit a kid once for telling me I was too fat to be in the military
needless to say, to this day
I'm glad he said that.
Shut the door, put your back to it.
Keep walking.
Hi, I'm Tess.
just, Tess.
my friends say I'm a mess
they're kidding, of course
my grandparents are consumed with the idea that I am indect I cannot be
because this chick Brittney had the underlining audacity to tell my concealor that I was a lesbian
after that the domino affect of gossip lingered till it reached the elder
and I denyed my sexuality for the first time.
Slam the door, lock it, Put your back to it.
Run.
Hi, I'm Bobbi.
I mean, my real name is Tess but its a nickname I picked up
I perfer it.
It doesnt last long, no one catches on.
Shut the door, Put your back to it.
Keep walking.
Hey, Tess again.
I've found myself
I think
I found a hobby
hobbies
I work a pen till it makes a recognizable image to the eye
aswell as dress up like things that never existed in the first place
I'm genderfluid
they/them
finally pleased with myself finding out that gender is a spectrum
oh the joy
wait
whats a transsexual?
Unlock the door, I'm not afraid, walk inside.
Hi, I'm Sehven
I'm almost a stranger
my chest bound to my heart and what I believe to be me
I feel free
wound up tight
no femine curve in site
Tess was lost walking
died peacefully in hope of happiness
they did not die in vain
the gunshot echos
a mellow ring left to keep alert the danger
scrap metal keeps her together
laid to rest
shes had a trying journey
I have been searching for this path
one thats familiar but never tredded.
I'm here I feel right
in my heart
I'm level headed
for once I feel like I'm traveling to paradise
the most euphoric nirvana
there will be no exudos
my hair finally there to symbolize the fire of rebelion
and make no mistake
I'm a man, God damn.
I tell you, I am just
I tell you, I am just overwhelmed at the stupidity of our country for not opening their eyes and shutting off their closed-mindedness when it comes to those in the transgender community. Like seriously? We're going to argue what bathroom they use?
Anyway... Rant over. This piece is probably my most favorite so far that I have encountered on PostPoems. And though my poems on my page don't show that I've been here long, I have. I deleted all my poems and re-uploaded them because I edit so often, I forget which version is the most recent. So I finally got them all updated, but they unfortunately look brand new. Even lost some comments, some great comments, but eh, small price to pay for accurate poetry.
So, anyway... Lovely poem. Any jackass (excuse the francais!) that questions or has a discriminatory mindset in relation to the transgender community needs to read this. Absolutely beautiful.
I want a dollar, though. Okay, thanks.
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery
mixter on contempt and
mixter on contempt and satisfaction when you challegen god
It's always hard for someone
It's always hard for someone to fidn themselves, to know who they are and how they feel. Shutting out the world is someones first response so they can think. But as soon as they can feel they are happy for who they are and how they are they will come out to the world to face it. Good write :)
Life is one hard thing to get...
thank you, I'm glad you
thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.