Homophobia.."Ew!" you will yell and wrinkle your nose every time you see a gay person. You will look at me like you expect me to agree with you. I don't.Homophobia..4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"There is nothing wrong with gay people. They're just like you and me. You're so homophobic," I say to you. I hate that you are like this. I know you are my best friend but if you know if you say things like that, I feel embarrassed to be seen with you.
"I'm not homophobic. I just find gay people disgusting! " You say coldly.
"Thinking that they are disgusting is homophobic."
"So what if I AM homophobic? Why does it matter if I AM?" you question me.
I shrug my shoulders. I know that if I say something wrong, you will get mad at me and yell. I've put up with a lot from you, but not this time.
"Exactly. Why do you even care anyways? The things that I say don't apply to you anyways, do they?" You look at me strangely.
I care because it's hurtful. Not to me, but to other people. Some of my friends happen t
SilenceI spent my whole life being quiet about it.Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I saw somebody on the street from Gsa...
I was silent.
Every time I saw a girl I liked, and I waved...
I was silent.
And every time my parents would pry and beg to know and ask...
I was silent still.
So now that I've finally done it.
Now that I'm finally out.
Now that I'm free, without a doubt...
why must I still be silent?
Transgender Pride: I Know...I live my life to the fullest.Transgender Pride: I Know...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm not afraid to be myself.
I'm neither insecure nor ashamed of who I am.
And I'm not scared to show who I really am to the world.
I embrace being different
And I'm proud.
So, you laugh at me call me names,
You ignore me because I'm different.
But honey, look at yourself in the mirror.
You'll see a sad scared little girl staring back at you.
And you're searching for yourself.
You've got your finger down your throat because you think it will make you skinnier.
And you're hiding.
You pile on the makeup because you think it will make you prettier.
And ashamed of yourself.
You buy brand name clothes,
And make fun of others who are different to make you feel better.
Who are you?
You're looking for an answer.
I can see it.
But honey, you won't find it by calling me a dyke or a freak.
So next time you open your mouth,
And the harsh words fly at me,
At least I know who I am.
Transgender Day Of RememberanceMother, I don't get it,Transgender Day Of Rememberance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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