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A sort of poem about all I want in the future...

I jump from place to place,

To find that piece of myself I continue to chase,

Desperately wishing,

To be Away with you,

To learn the things,

I wish I knew,

Salty prayers on the plane,

As bad things spiral in my messy brain,

Then you take My hand in yours,

telling me soon we’ll be on sandy shores,

I fold away our vintage map,

As our vessels wheels hit the tarmac,

Like exited kids,

With our bags in our hands,

We race to see,

This new foreign land,

We explore until our heats are content,

Our adventurous spirits, refuse to relent,

Riding rusted bikes up winding roads,

Calling a hostel our humble abode,

Our sweaty brow,

Crumpled with smiles,

i swear we could keep going for miles,

Lying on beaches,

Bare chested and tanned,

We wade into the water,

Hand in hand,

Heat beating down on our backs,

Relishing in the things,

Our home land lacks,

We look through masks,

Not far below,

A technicolour world,

Well never truly know,

With lots of coffee and little sleep,

We pretend this is forever,

Not only for another week,

Back to reality as we touch down on the runway,

our next tickets,

Will surely be one way,

Soon, again we will be soaring,

High up above,

There’s nowhere I won’t travel,

With you, my love

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Prisoner - a sort of poem about being trans...

I am trapped in this body,

I try and get out,

I scream and I cry and rip at my own skin,

But I am a prisoner,

When I look in the mirror I see a stranger,

That is not me,

i am not what stares back at me,

Then I look at all the men,

Who so easily have what I never will,

And I want to cry,

But the tears never come,

Instead I erupt into anger,

And I inflict it on myself,

An explosion or shouting and swearing and hurting this body,

I wish more than anything I would have been born with a...

I wish,

I wish,

I wish,

But wishing won’t do anything.

I know what I need,

I try to get people to listen,

But I keep being told,

I’ll grow out of it,

I’ll change my mind,

I’ll regret it,

Not being able to control your body,

Your feelings,

Your future,

Means you try and control anything you can,

Your food,

Your pain,

Even who hurts you,

I try to get people to listen,

But I can’t find the words,

Yet the only people who seem to hear me,

Are those who cannot change it,

They can only pour words or encouragement,

Love and trust,

And I appreciate that more than anything, those are the ones,

Who make me believe,

I deserve to be the man I’ll become,

However long it may take.

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Trans pride themed flecks

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Rainbow freckles need to be a thing

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Happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

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Some signs for the next march 💚

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I..I....think...I....might...be....gay?

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“That’s a bit gay Rory”

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“Why are LGBT+ people so obsessed with gender?

*society*

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Labels, lables, lables

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