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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 love this place,
but I don't know where you are,
I hear your voice sometmes,
but the real you's just too far.
Daddy, why'd you bring me flowers,
and set them on the dirt?
Why does that stone have my name?
Why do you look hurt?
Who's the man you're cursing?
Was he that evil man?
Daddy, please forgive him,
or do the best you can.
It's not his fault that I'm a freak,
that he thought I should die.
He thought he was doing the world a favor,
even though I don't get why.
So Mommy, Daddy, I love you,
and I miss your touch,
but your little girl, and her best friend,
were themselves a bit too much.
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 love this place,
but I don't know where you are,
I hear your voice sometmes,
but the real you's just too far.
Daddy, why'd you bring me flowers,
and set them on the dirt?
Why does that stone have my name?
Why do you look hurt?
Who's the man you're cursing?
Was he that evil man?
Daddy, please forgive him,
or do the best you can.
It's not his fault that I'm a freak,
that he thought I should die.
He thought he was doing the world a favor,
even though I don't get why.
So Mommy, Daddy, I love you,
and I miss your touch,
but your little girl, and her best friend,
were themselves a bit too much.
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Transgender poem.
I hate this name.
I hate this body.
I hate these hips.
I hate these breasts.
I hate the reflection.
I hate being in the closet.
I hate living 2 different lives.
I hate having to go into girls bathrooms.
I hate having to change in the girl's locker room.
I hate having to look at my name on school work.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate hearing 'she' and 'her'.
I hate trying to explain to people.
I hate feeling so depressed.
I hate being the 'boyish girl'.
I hate not being able to wear my boxers because I'm afraid people will ask questions when I'm in the locker room.
I hate being so awkward.
I hate getting undressed.
I hate m
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Transgender is ...
Being transgender is not something that is easily influenced.
It's not because of the toys you were given as a child, you already know if they're the right toys for you or not.
It's not because of the friends you hang out with, you already know who you identify with.
It's has nothing to do with a lack of a certain parental figure(just like boys of a single mother can still be straight).
It's not because of how your parents raised you, you already know if what they're doing makes sense.
It has nothing to do with not being taught how to be a man or a woman, I was taught to be a man, and that surely made me grow up to be one. I still wor
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Trans: I am all this, but...
I have a female body.
I am feminine.
I like make-up.
I like jewelery.
I like perfume.
I love wearing dresses and other 'women' clothing.
But...
I am still a boy.
~~~
I have a male body.
I am masculine.
I like sports.
I like colone.
I'm fine with getting dirty.
I love wearing baggy shirts and pants, and other 'male' clothing.
But...
I am still a girl.
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Today, 11-20-11, is Transgender Day Of Rememberance.
I wrote this as a MTF trans because I felt that this happens far to much.
If you don't get it, a MTF trans child met a FTM trans child, and sense the boy was in a dress and didn't like it and the girl was in pants and didn't like it, they swapped.
They were both killed, and now fly amongst angels in happiness, but don't quite understand why being themselves was so bad, and the parents on Earth are suffering because, pardon my French, some fucking asshole couldn't fathom that MAYBE some GIRLS have a DICK.
I wrote this as a MTF trans because I felt that this happens far to much.
If you don't get it, a MTF trans child met a FTM trans child, and sense the boy was in a dress and didn't like it and the girl was in pants and didn't like it, they swapped.
They were both killed, and now fly amongst angels in happiness, but don't quite understand why being themselves was so bad, and the parents on Earth are suffering because, pardon my French, some fucking asshole couldn't fathom that MAYBE some GIRLS have a DICK.
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This is so deep! I love it!!! It's very relatable since some people don't understand or care about the lives of us and think we should die because of it.