Transgender is ...Being transgender is not something that is easily influenced.Transgender is ...5 years ago in Emotional
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 wore gloves when I went outside to work with my father on the yard, so my hands wouldn't be dirtied.
It has nothing to do with sports. I played soccer in first and second grade, and I still hate sports. Except for the world cup, they I get crazy.
It's not because of the relationships you were in, it may just influence them ...
It's not because you've been exp
TransgenderI am stuck in a body I do not want. I wish to change. I hate to look in the mirror everyday seeing a shape I was forced into.Transgender5 years ago in Free Verse
This flat chest
This empty air between my legs
This unnecessary stick hanging down
This too long hair no matter what I do
This hair that always seems too short
These stupid skirts I want to burn
These too baggy jeans I'm forced into
Being a female
Being a male
I want to walk down the streets and feel free.
Feel at ease.
The way I'm supposed to be.
I want to feel normal.
Is that so wrong?
TransgenderAll I dream of is to be beautifulTransgender6 years ago in Free Verse
I need to look as I feel on the inside
I want to be a boy, a pretty boy
I dream of having short hair
To wear frilly skirts
I want to wear makeup
My mind is having manly thoughts
I want to buy her pearls
Or I want to be his gay lover
I am so confused
All I know is I'm not what I want
I want to be a man
I need to have "it" between my legs
To talk in a masculine way
To be able to dress as I please
The world will judge me, but I don't really care
As long as I'm a him I'll feel alright
Call me a fag, a tranny, anything at all
Just give me my right to be who I am
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.Transgender2 years ago in Free Verse
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
TransgenderTransgender3 years ago in Free Verse
My whole life I've been trapped.
Unsure and uneasy
I couldn't understand
I felt so very wrong.
As I grew older i discovered so much.
I was stuck
Not in a place I hated
but in a body i did.
I can't stand being a girl
My whole life I had craved nothing more
nothing more then to be one of the guys.
I felt so wrong in a body of a girl
I was uneasy when I was supposed to act like a girl.
In a dress or such i felt wrong.
And I found out quickly I was bi as well.
My life changed over the years
As I slowly learned this.
I am scared yes.
But It feels right.
I am no longer the girl everyone says I need to be.
I am Sam.
The GUY I want to be
Transgender By StarlightTransgender By Starlight3 years ago in Free Verse
In the mirror stands a beautiful
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
Arriving at the party
excited to mingle.
eyes follow the moving bodies.
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
hips begin to sway.
begging for the music
A tap on
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
"can it be at me?"
The music still plays
begins to swoon.
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
Transgender RespectThis is something that saddens me, I hear it every day.Transgender Respect6 years ago in Free Verse
There is no love in the world any more, they only want their pay.
But what is even sadder, and you might not have guessed.
Is those who are brung so far down, simply for their chest.
Their genitals don't matter, and it never really should.
Transgendered people, are really misunderstood.
I kills me to think, that people are so stubborn to see.
They are who they are, just like you and me.
Though people take one look, then turn away.
They never really listened, to what they had to say.
They are people too, just born in the wrong gender.
They are kinder then you, I hope you will remember.
I love how strong they are, because I know it's hard.
To go through so much, and even then an extra yard.
What you might not realise, is that unlike you and me.
They have to go through so damn much, to be who they want to be.
I love each one of them because they try their best.
To be who they want to be and not stand out from the rest.
I adore them f
Cinquains - TransgenderI standCinquains - Transgender3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
here before you.
Born in the wrong body. What will
is a façade.
The fact remains that past
our sex we are all equally
that's in my mind -
my true identity.
As opposed to sex what's between
I don't love you
at least, not because of
what's between your legs. I love you
real. When you recognized
and loved me as a transgender
my hand. For those
who differ in body,
mind, heart, spirit here I offer
Transgender deathOne of our own has died todayTransgender death6 years ago in Free Verse
The tears I shed from worlds unknown
Knowing only of her name and body
And that I am not alone
The world is filled with fear and dred
Of HRT and SRS
The ones outside not knowing what's in our head
Or what we feel is our true selves
They treat us as not male nor female
Treating us as some disease
At our coming out they gasp and pale
And turn to anger in their release
Transgender Day Of RememberanceMother, I don't get it,Transgender Day Of Rememberance4 years ago in Free Verse
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
transgender FtMtumours on my chesttransgender FtM8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
empty air between my legs
none of this is me
TransgenderWhat makes a boy a boy or a girl a girl?Transgender5 years ago in Emotional
Is it what's between their legs?
What's on their chest or lack thereof?
The clothes they wear?
What happened to 'It's what's on the inside that counts'?
I bind my chest
I wear baggy clothes
I try my best to act the role of what I am on the inside
Still society knows me as 'Jessica'.
Who is Jessica?
Jessica is the little girl that died when I was 6.
Jessica is the girl who's body I own.
Jessica is the random jumble of syllables and letters that don't fit the person on the inside.
So who is on the inside?
On the inside is Jarek.
Jarek is the boy who was born when Jessica died.
Jarek is the boy who's stuck in this girl's body.
Jarek is the boy who suffers to try to make society see him.
Jarek is the boy who's always cast in th
the prayer of a transgenderGod in heaventhe prayer of a transgender4 years ago in Free Verse
Give me the courage to come out
My family the power to understand
To see that their daughter
is trapped in the body of a man
God in heaven
I know you love me
I need the wisdom to become
the woman I feel I should be
Transgender poemThere's a stranger in mirror looking back at me nowTransgender poem4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
I see her face and she looks back at me now
I don't know who she is but it seems so right
I know shes me but shes lost inside
Only when i look in the mirror can i see her real face
Shes been lost and scared for too long
She wears a mask to hide from the world of hate
She will be called hateful words like "Fag" and "Freak"
She scrams she wants to be free
But shes scared of what she will see
She just want's to be like the other girls
With her little dress and a bow
Maybe one day she will be free
Tell then she will just look back at me in the mirror
On Being Loved By a Transgender PersonThe first time you kissed me with your lips naked andOn Being Loved By a Transgender Person2 years ago in Free Verse
stripped clean like your slim shoulders of all their shields
- nervously layered shirts and vowel sounds -
I felt my body turn convex against yours.
We were like two petals lying complacent on the wet blacktop;
no matter how hard I threw myself against the gravel, I couldn’t make our bodies
graze without feeling myself shriveling a little on the outside.
My heart was bemused.
My skin was dismayed by the goose-bumps you conjured
at your touch: slender and trying to appear strong. There was never
any part of you that I would ever be able to describe correctly,
but I still felt you haunting me,
especially when the Portland sky
erupted down on us, weeping like a willow tree.
It always erupts here;
the rain always comes pouring down
and each time I turn the corner between my dorm room
and the stairwell to go down,
I imagine I see your red rain-boots dripping dry
in that same water-marked place where they used to be.
Red was your sa
TransgenderTransgender5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I could never explain to you
what it feels like.
To feel lost and uncomfortable in my own body
When I get called a fag or a dyke.
Its funny how I can pretend that I'm fine
But everything feels wrong inside.
Like the Gods and Goddesses made a mistake
Or my body has lied.
I don't want to be a girl anymore
I was made to be a boy.
I wasn't suppose to be like this
and the feelings never cease to annoy.
People don't understand
they always have a new name.
a new way to make me feel like I'm a freak
a new way to cause me pain
But I'm not a freak.
I'm just like you.
who ever knew.
I can fight it all I what
Ignore as my body changes.
I can pretend that it doesn't bother me when people say "Have a nice day miss"
but inside it rages.
So you can call me a dyke or a fag
Or look at me oddly.
I can't help it
I'm a fucking boy in a girls body!
The TransgenderAs I look in the mirror,The Transgender2 years ago in Free Verse
I see a young woman's face and body,
She's probably beautiful to most,
But I don't understand how this is my reflection.
I visualize inside my mind,
What I should be seeing in this mirror,
No, I don't wish to look more beautiful,
To see a skinnier or more perky body,
None of that,
What I should be seeing in this mirror
Is a young man's face and body.
I can feel just underneath my skin
Of the person I'm supposed to be.
I can almost hear the deep voice I so yearn to speak,
Until I look in this mirror,
And realize that person is lost,
Behind this woman's image.
Can you even imagine the distress
Of feeling and knowing you are a young man,
But you stare down your reflection in that mirror
And see a young woman?