#trans poem

[daisytaylor787]

Write Dm me and reblog my post if you love trans girls… ❤️❤️

[rosebud-poet]

[Black text on a white background that reads:

my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,

my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 

my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,

my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,

my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]

[sweaty-confetti]

ten short hymns representing a doomed sense of being

i. look at your hands. you are the weapon, you always have been.

ii. o my swineherd, o my swine. this is boyhood and they will kill you with it. it is not yours to begin with, you have to fight for it. you fight for it to be turned against and you know why. you crave difference. 

iii. you are not soft, you are not strong either. have you ever seen a fossil? you are an imprint of what you used to be. 

iv. all my wounds say the same thing. they tell me this is not how it should be. all my bandages keep them quiet and insist this is how it is. 

v. i died in a flood many years ago. 

vi. i am a girl falling asleep on the bus. i am the dying dog recognizing his master.

vii. i hurt my back doing a handstand and felt my teeth ache.

viii boyhood is ugly, i crave it. i crave it revoltingly, i sob into my bedsheets and wish i could tear out my flesh from where it doesn’t belong. i am desperate.

ix. i want to hold my friends. i want to have more friends. i do not want to scare people. i would rather scar myself than scare people. 

x. let me be soft, lord. my soul is going to eat me someday. until then, let me be soft.

[crispysoullover]

I guess this should be my Hi over here , enough d..k for everyone . 🍆🙊❤️

[oliviathevampirequeen]

“A Mothers Love”

a mothers love

unconditional, unwavering

“So you would rather me be unhappy as a man then happy as a woman?”

“Yes.”

a mothers love

conditional, wavering

[sugaronyourtongu3]

A poem about getting top surgery from my upcoming zine ‘biggest fool of ‘em all’ part two.

Available for mail order for a donation of your choice to go toward my top surgery fund.

Send a message through tumblr or an email to ferri.pluto@hotmail.com to nab a copy.

Support a punk trans artist.

[navysealt4t]

my rage is dirty / red scratches carved in my skin / blood stuck in my throat

my nails will be known / my chest cut open in scars / this must mean something

was i born right here / in my body, my own bones / to be discarded?

[image id in alt text]

[transmonstera]

laugh in the face of transphobia and be to each other what they will never be to you - an erasure poem about trans resilience and finding joy in your and others' transness using the recent anon message i got lol

[IMAGE ID: a tumblr anon where all transphobic parts are taken out leaving the following: "you laugh at people when they cut you open. you're huge to each other, because who would be enough to them for looking like someone else, except for most who ever lived. there are grey stars decorating the sides of the image. END]

[wilde-words]

i dreamed that i was free, or a monster

i felt a cool breeze dance across my chest

naked and scarred

in a body i desired

i stood before your God and he did not stir

i dreamed that i was free, or a monster

i felt bigger than i’d ever been before

never more alive

than when i let her die

i stood atop a mountain; my own altar

the more i bare my teeth, the more they say,

“it’s in your nature, monsters always act this way”

but no difference i see

and no consequence too deep—

to be a monster is a price worth being free.

[forelament]

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thank you for reading.

[eos-dazzle]

TW// Gender dysphoria

just a poem I wrote the other day while bored at my grandma's house

Aurora

Everyday he walks in the shade

Broad shoulders, deep voice

Loved, praised, brown eyes

Whole existence is a falsehood

An impossible to defy falsehood

He wants not the blue shell

But he is happy wearing it

But he thinks he is happy wearing it

The Star of Dawn

Eos, my shining light

Everyday she walks alongside him

Her light darkened by his shell

His loved, accepted shell

Let his shell break

Let her be free

For they are one and the same

For when the shade of him fades

Aurora remains

[idealisedaleks]

Good morning ma’am, and sir-

Sorry, this is slightly awkward-

Unfortunately, we regret to inform you there is an angry young man living in your house.

Yes, and he has killed your daughter.

No, the other daughter. The eldest.

Yes, that’s right. There is an angry young man living in your house who has taken your eldest daughter’s place.

We’re very sorry.

No, there’s not much we can do.

No ma’am, we don’t know where he came from.

Very sad, we are so sorry for your loss.

I don’t know, can you support him financially?

Lend him the space, should he need it?

Yes well, do your best, that’s all you can do.

Thank you, have a good day ma’am. And you, sir.

[isaacthedruid]

a poem for transgender day of remembrance

I have grey hairs on the side of my head. Not everyone I know gets them this early. But with my experiences, I can say I’ve lived.

20 is so old but 20 is so young.

And many of my siblings will never get the chance to flourish. To grow grey hairs, that is. Or even to grow old.

I don’t know my expiration date, but I am blessed to have lived this long.

Me, my brothers, my sisters, my siblings— They want us all gone. Eradicated, whatever word you choose. They want us gone.

Don’t forget about me when I’m gone.

Keep our stories alive. No, scratch that—keep us alive.

We are not scary and we don’t want to harm your children.

Some of us are children, were children, and will continue to be children.

I want to have a full head of grey hair, and a partner to sit beside me in a withered rocking chair.

We are not going anywhere.

I have grey hairs on the side of my head. And today, I remember the loved and dead.

[artistic-pussy-power]

gender euphoria

please *reblog* but do not repost my work, especially without credit + taglist and inspiration under cut

taglist: @divorce-enjoyer, @parakeetlover3

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Inspiration:

Miss Nectarine by Ashnikko

Verbatim by Mother Mother

Pink (Freak) by Elliot Lee

The Village by Wrabel

[mxshr0mz]

I am a man, yet society sees me as less

For I was born in a body that does not match my essence

I am a trans man, living in a world of misunderstanding

Where my very identity is constantly questioned and demanding

I was told to conform, to fit into a certain mold

But my heart and soul could not be controlled

For I knew deep down, I was meant to be

A man, despite what others may see

From a young age, I felt out of place

In a body that did not reflect my true face

I was told to be a girl, to like all things pink

But my mind and body were in constant brink

As I grew older, the struggle only intensified

As society's expectations, I constantly defied

I was told I was wrong, that I was confused

But my true self could not be refused

The journey to self-acceptance was not easy

For society's views, I had to constantly battle and defy

But I knew deep down, I could not deny

My true identity, no matter the cost or why

I faced discrimination, rejection, and hate

But I refused to let it dictate my fate

For I am a strong and resilient man

And I will not let anyone dim my light, no matter their plan

I am a trans man, and I am proud

To be living my truth, despite the crowds

I may have faced struggles, but I have also found strength

In being true to myself, no matter the length

So let the world see, let them know

That I am a man, and I will continue to grow

With every step I take, I break down barriers and walls

For I am a trans man, and I stand tall.

[transmonstera]

GUIDANCE - a blackout poetry visual art piece using the information on the nhs website :) - transmonstera (red version available on ig)

[IMAGE ID:

A blackout poetry piece using a screenshot from the NHS page for trans people:

LEFT IMAGE: Hormone therapy for adults

The aim of hormone therapy is to make you comfortable and feel. The hormones need life, It's important to remember that hormone therapy is support. The decision to have hormone therapy will be between you and you In general, people wanting masculinisation and people after feminisation usually have the additional effect of release.

The image is decorated with syringes and stars. The text and images are black and the background is a white.

RIGHT IMAGE: Surgery for adults

Some people may permanently alter body with sex. on gender you will be an expert in surgery. in addition to you having gender it is also advisable to: - smoke - lose you - have cross-sex. it's also important that any are controlled.

The image is decorated with scalpels and stars. The text and images are black and the background is a white. END]