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screamingsappho · 4 months

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A Mercy Kill, A Last Meal

They always focus on the loss,

say I killed the girl my mother gave birth to.

They never listen when I tell them, no.

I didn't just take her life. I ate her.

She came to me, broken heart in hand,

and begged for death, to be devoured,

transformed into something that loved itself,

though it made my mother weep.

#trans joy #enby joy #screaming sappho #poetry #mine #trans poetry #enby poetry

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ashes2caches · 9 months

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Someone you know is trans. You regularly interact with trans people.

They are closer than you think.

They have entered your home before and will do so in the future.

They are in your walls.

They produced the sounds you hear at night.

You cannot escape them until you join them.

Someone you know is trans.

#196 #rule #196 campfire #r196 #trans #transfem #transmasc #enby #trans positivity #unreality #poetry

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offline-nobody · 3 months

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here, have a silly poem about rats and gender that i wrote at one o’clock in the morning, and that may or may not make any sense:

my gender is like a rat

i don’t know anything about him

i don’t know where she comes from, or where she lives

but when i see him, i try to grab them, to figure out what her deal is

i never catch him.

sometimes the rat bites

i don’t know why they do it

one moment i’ll be cleaning up, and the next i’m bleeding

and yet, even then, i can’t catch the rat

so i’m left standing there, alone

the bites hurt.

maybe i’ve been going about this all wrong

maybe i don’t need to catch her

maybe i need to stop trying to fight them, and accept him as a friend instead

maybe then she’ll stop biting me

maybe.

my gender is like a rat

i like rats, even when they bite

i wish they wouldn’t, though

#can you tell i barely ever write poetry lol #lgbtq #lgbtqia #genderfluid #genderqueer #bigender #trans #transgender #nonbinary #non binary #enby #queer #poetry

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bitchwholoveslife · 1 year

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The thing about being androgynous or gnc in a rural area is that...

You don't want the stares. Not really. But you do want to be the kind of person who gets stared at. So eventually, you come to equate being stared at with doing something right. And maybe it never stops hurting, the way that the locals eye you like you're some kind of spectacle. But it also becomes encouraging in its own way.

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dozygoldlesbo · 7 months

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I wished so passionately of you.

Nights filled with praying for you.

Days longing to be with you.

The moment that I met you,

I knew my dream had finally come true.

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daffodilfool · 5 months

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Clockwork

Tick

She opens her eyes

Tock

She lies on the floor

Tick

The room is foreign

Tock

Herself, even more

Thick carpets line the ground

Rocks rendered safe and sound

Clicks ringing through her ears

Thoughts make her mind unclear

Tick

She gets up on two feet

Tock

To the walls she adjourns

Tick

She picks up a clock

Tock

And hesitantly turns

Sickly insides not of metal, but living, breathing flesh, pulsating and writhing at her every touch

Locked between her hands the clock desperately tries to keep time

Slipped

Dropped

Split

Crushed

Stricken

Clock

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

The shattered glass riddles the floor around her feet

She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the broken shards

Tick

She sees not skin

Tock

She sees not flesh

Tick

She sees clockwork

Tock

And broken glass

#poetry #poem #poems and poetry #art #free verse #gender dysphoria #nonbinary #enby #lgbtq #queer #clockwork #machinery #horror #writing #bad poetry is still poetry!#this is real and true

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transenbyconfessions · 10 months

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(I don't know shit about writing or poetry but I'm sad and inspired so here goes nothing)

My parents don't know they hate me

They say they love me so much

But they don't know I disgust them

And it's starting to tear me apart

I have to keep myself hidden

Out of fear of how they'd react

And from this lie sprouts the division

Between who they love and who I am

I trust no one with this secret

For it could reach the wrong ears

Safety is a distant desire

Existing only in vague dreams

If only I knew what would happen

If I were to take off my mask

If you said to my face that you hate me

I'd hear the truth at last

Submitted July 2, 2023

#transgender #trans #enby #nb #nonbinary #non-binary #non binary #enban #transphobia #closeted #poem #poetry

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ghostfoxy · 5 months

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I dont know who i am

i used to know

my name, my face, my body and my voice

but they are all foreign to me now

i dont recognise my reflection

i dont see myself in videos

i dont feel myself ever

how can someone just forget who they are? lose their identity like a folded slip of paper?

- the thing about being genderqueer in a place that doesnt accept it: you shove it down and become 'normal'... you lose yourself

E.E

#poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #young poets #gender #queer #queer community #gender identity #genderqueer #genderfluid #transgender #nonbinary #enby

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forelament · 1 month

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medical transition gofundme ⭑

the link [posted above and below] can be used to help support me with my medical transition.

please reblog + share this post to help me.

thank you for reading.

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lephrogboi · 6 months

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Original poem about coming out as trans (specifically nonbinary) to your partner.

#queer #lgbtq #love poem #poems and quotes #poetry #queer poetry #transgender #enby #nonbinary #love #writing #queer love #gay

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screamingsappho · 1 month

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I sit in the chair and take deep breaths,

try to focus on anything but the stinging in my arm

As a baby-faced boy with artist's hands

injects black ink beneath my skin.

I think back to how it felt at ten,

the first time my body felt not like my own,

trying to make my chest flat again

too-small training bra mashing breast against bone.

Then at thirteen, the second betrayal,

blood, and "you're a woman now," and

glittery press-on tattoos, my grandmother's

disapproval, admonishing "your body is a temple."

And then again, at twenty-five,

my genes rising up to kill me slow,

and a life of pills and exhaustion and pain,

just how I saw my grandmother go.

The final insult came from without

when I was thirty-four years old

and men who've never known me said

"lay back and do as you are told."

A woman, a temple, a prison, a vessel,

but it was mine before it was any of these.

My beating heart, my sluggish blood,

my swollen joints and clicking knees.

It carried me, once upon a time,

could leap through the air, could take a fall

and get back up like nothing happened.

I decided to forgive it all

its tresspasses, its many failures,

as long as I'm still breathing.

I've started the process of reclamation

one square inch of skin at a time.

No longer a vessel or a prison!

I ripped out the parts that made me feel confined.

Now far less of a woman than God may have planned,

but he's not my god, so I won't be his temple.

Right now I'm a canvas for an artist's hand.

The brushstrokes hurt, but this pain is simple.

Submitting, for once, to a gentle remaking

so unlike the commandeerings of the past.

the buzz of the needle constant, soothing,

as this boy makes art of the body

that is mine at last.

#poetry #mine #screaming sappho #enby poetry #tattoos #gender confirmation surgery #chronic illness #bodily autonomy #first draft

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thatgingerloser · 7 months

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A poem I've written in a fit of dysphoric frustration

my very first one, at that

When I settled into my house and truly began making it into a home, I realized my neighbors must have never truly seen me move in. I hear them talk all about the woman they assume to be the occupant just inches away from the doorstep I try desperately to make my own. the doorstep they still believe belongs to this mystery girl. Always staring confused when they don't see "her." outside. Always assuming "she" must be out of town and will be back soon. Always judging what must have come over that poor "girl." I see the world through a window In the shape of her eyes, and behind the ocular windows, I sit and watch my neighbors. Watching them stare at "her" house, wondering Watching them assume what "she" must be doing, wondering Watching them judge the actions of this "girl", wondering, Wondering what would happen should they learn she is no longer the houses occupant? What will happen to me when I change the exterior of her house? Why do I feel pressure to keep up some facade that their darling girl still lives here? I am not her, nor have I ever been, yet I feel this intense guilt. Guilt for simply being myself in what once was her space. Why must I sit in silence while they continue to believe this in woman? This mystery of the beautiful girl they believe so strongly to be staring out behind the stained and scratched glass of what once was her home. This is my house. Not hers. Their seemingly beloved lady moved out a long time ago. And in spite of them all, I will make this home mine.

#poetry #babys first poem #aa i know im not the best at this but i just felt feelings and i dont have time to draw feels this intense #queer stuff #gender fuckery #queer identity #trans #nonbinary #lgbt+#ftm #ftn #enby #queer poetry #venting #tw dysphoria #gender dysphoria #identity

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honkshoo-zzz · 2 months

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the bliss in knowing yourself is almost outweighed by the damage caused by the ignorance of others

all around me—everything I know, see, hear, and touch—it all revolves around who i am and who i know i am meant to be…

and yet i remain hollow to the observer, my identity the last thing noticed unless i shout it from the rooftops, begging to be seen for who i truly am, and yet…

still. i am empty.

a nice girl, a kind young lady, easy on the eyes and better-looking when i smile, but to no one am i devoid of my femininity.

except to those who know me already.

to those who have seen the world the way i’ve seen.

and this, despite it all, is what makes the battle worth fighting, and what makes this song worth singing. my heart swells any time I hear those dearest to me call my name, and cheer for me as I face those not.

it’s them who light up my life without even trying.

it’s because of them I can live on as my authentic self.

and for them, as myself, I will live on.

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acklum · 7 months

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Concepts blur into negatives:

Not one,

nor the other,

not quite normal,

no reflection seen,

expression denied.

Try to explain,

excuses will suffice.

Reshape reality,

fit norms,

become ordinary.

Decided against.

-acklum

#nonbinary #poem #writerscreed #queer poet #poetry #poeticstories #original poem #poetsandwriters #genderqueer #poets of tumblr #none #enby

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anfeycare · 16 days

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so... i've felt queer things lately. then... have a queer poem. can be interpreted as suggestive, but it's up to personal interpretation (romantic, etc — i interpret it more like romantic), as art is

"kiss"

(the "kiss" on the first line — in bold — is the title, yep; it's intentionally meant to mix in with the poem)

i might put it in a better background and such eventually — this is kind of a sketch i wrote on a discord message to myself, and i've been writing poems and putting them in image format with doodled/sketched backgrounds for about 3 years now; i'll do it for this one too —, but you can have it anyways

(this didn't fit in the tags kjksjslkks, so i'll write here: though i'm a pan (which fits in bi as in "umbrella term") aspec, i feel like this could be to some extent relatable to gays and lesbians — who are also aspec; though anyone could relate, even if they don't identify as aspec and such)

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theyofotherwhat · 8 months

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Womanhood runs through my blood as strong as the manhood which I cling to. I have to shout to be heard when I say I'm a man, but should I disgrace myself with femininity would I be lesser?

I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a son and a brother. My spirit is forever itself, with scars inside and out. What you see of me, what I can say, do not define the person who I am.

#he/they/it #trans #trans poetry #queer poetry #my poetry #my writing #poetry #i know its not very poetic but #genderfluid #nonbinary #enby #transmasc #womanhood #sisterhood #manhood #men #women #uhhh #tags :)

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