The Breathing StoneYour eyes wander the forest,
Brushing the murky green floor.
You see a stone beneath you.
A stone? Or something more?
A cry of shock bursts from your lips
As the stone takes a flying leap.
This stone is not a stone at all
But a toad alarmed from sleep!
How strange a creature, motivated
Into action all at once!
With pounding heart, he tenses up
And springs forth in a jump!
Your naked eye squints shrewdly down
At the heart that beats within.
Each pound thrums through his body;
Shakes the warts upon his skin.
Repulsed by him, you move on,
But the toad does not.
He's left alone in winter's grip,
Nestled deep within the rot.
Winter passes, then comes Spring,
A time for life's renewal.
Out comes the toad, warts unchanged.
Nature, too, can be quite cruel.
Resigned to be alone, the toad,
Still caked with dried up earth,
Waits for the skies to open up,
And rain down his rebirth.
The skies do grace him one fine day,
And he flies up in a leap.
So sweet is the toad's victory,
In the face of stark
TranslucentCurvesTranslucent4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you want laced ribs,
I know you're afraid
to look down, so look up.
My fingers are still holding on.
I will sell my words
if I have to make it happen
and when it does
we'll find you pretty clothes.
You are my woman
and I can see you.
I love you and I'm terrified.
Take It All AwayYou want to take it all away,Take It All Away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every trace of the body that is not yours.
You are trapped inside a prison of mistaken identity,
Wanting nothing more than to break free and be seen as your true self.
This is not a crime, but some deem it so.
They want to take it all away:
Your hopes, your dreams, your triumphs,
Your life itself - all in the name of blind, obstinate hatred.
They will not understand, trying instead to destroy you.
This is a crime. We deem it so.
We want to take it all away,
All your pain, all your stifled suffering,
To shelter you from the storms that rage within and without,
And make for you a world where you are free;
Where hate is a vanquished crime.
Transgender Day of Remembrance 2011Transgender Day of Remembrance 20114 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's always the innocent,
Never the guilty.
That thing in the distance,
No one could ever quite see.
Well, how would you feel, what would you do,
If that poor complicated kid was you?
Could you deal?
Would it be real?
Could you shrug it off without a say?
Would you be the one being remembered today?
This is for all of the heartbroken people
Who we will always try to never forget.
Those people who should've been treated as equal.
We haven't forgotten them, not yet.
The girl who was really a boy,
The boy who was really a girl.
Those people are really there,
If there was one thing we could all share,
It should be the love we all have for one another.
We have made mistakes,
Those ones that have caused many heartbreak,
Never forget those people that glowed so bright,
because now it's the candles for them we light.
Let's not make push come to shove,
And hope we learn
To simply love.
Why? Transgender Day of Remembrance 2011Why?Why? Transgender Day of Remembrance 20114 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Transgender Day of Remembrance 2011
Do I hurt you?
Does your God hate me?
Do I scare you?
Does your self image suffer?
Is it anger?
Do I harm anyone?
Does your family suffer ?
Do I promote hatred?
Does it really matter?
Why do you hate me?
Why do you fear me?
Why do you hurt me?
Why must I die?
To make you feel better about yourself?
My Darkness, Her Light, Our LoveSo, stomach.My Darkness, Her Light, Our Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're back to this, are we?
I scowl down at you,
Poking you obtrusively with stiff fingers.
The way you bulge, pooch, flop
Makes my skin crawl with something nearing revulsion.
Really, it's a testament to my own laziness
That my first thought, time and time again
Is not to exercise more,
But to eat less.
Even then, I never go through with it.
My darkly nebulous thoughts
Are pierced by a ray of light -
Or a collection of memories,
Of her assuaging my fears:
Her, making me feel beautiful,
Slowly, the liquid poison of my self-loathing
Evaporates in her sunlight.
A lesson, long in coming, has been learned today:
I may not always be able to remember the reasons why she loves me,
But I will never forget that she does.