Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,Dear fucked society,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there
You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
Being bi-sexualI can find guys and girls attractiveBeing bi-sexual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some may think HOT some are.. Well
Whiny bitches who go Ewwww. Why?
why go ew? Its just this simple.
I can date both genders and not feel sick
Just because I like both, doesn't make me
a slut. Yeah.. Okay so I can shove my
hands down someones pants and be
satisfied with whatever I find but thats
equality bitches! A C C E P T I T.
One day, I'll date a boy or girl but
if its not you who I'm dating
you don't have to worry,
Its not your business is it?
So then, leave it.
Dude, its not gross
It just means I can possibly find
love in more than one gender. So
fuck you. I'm bi sexual~
Its who I am - FTM transgender story.I used to be one of them.. One of them they used to say. I used to have long hair, that fell near to my waist, wore make up and dresses.. Now I've found out who I am. I now have short hair and no make up on my face. I don't wear dresses; just hoodies and baggy denim jeans. Bra's make me feel like my chest is being compressed into.. I wish it was flat and I didn't have the objects. Well, you call it breasts with a purpose and I don't. I hate them and feel like they obstruct me. So I hide them, with bandages and binders to make them flat. I want to be who I am.. A male.Its who I am - FTM transgender story.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up and looked in the mirror, I saw my reflection of my body and felt trapped in myself again.. Putting cosmetics in my hair to spike it up then I get my binders. Around, around and around my breasts they go covering them up like the mistake they are. I put on my school shirt and hoodie. Then my black trousers with a belt supporting them, I went downstairs to get my shoes, ate a slice of toast a
When I say I miss you. When I say I miss you I don't just say those three words for the sake of it.When I say I miss you. 1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say it because I do miss you, but it means more than just that.
I miss your love;
When I miss you, I mean to say I miss everything you mean to me.
Dear homophobic parents,Dear homophobic parents,Dear homophobic parents,5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you.
I actually fucking hate homophobic parents. Like no, you can not sit there and call yourself a parent if you cannot physically bring up your own offspring. How dare you say, "you can kiss that girl but if you kiss another male, thats it your on the streets" and vise versa. You cannot say shit like, "This book right here, yeah. It has a cosmic being in it that resurrected a man to save our sins, and then became a holy spirit. So if you kiss a male/female you're going to a pit of flames where you'll stay in for the rest of eternity." Like that's good parenting. You cannot be born in something you didn't want to be born into. I don't have to be Christian so I won't.
Stop fucking assuming your male child will be only interested in tits.
Stop fucking assuming your female child will be only interested in penis.
Stop assuming your kids will be the same as you, it has its own dreams and beliefs.
Rose in her hand...I saw a girl she was there for daysRose in her hand...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting at the pavement
Not talking or looking around at anyone
She had a dark red rose in her hands
She was holding it so hard that the thorns
were digging into her skin..
I asked her "Are you alright?" She looked up, then back down at the rose, breathed in to say "Yes, I'm quite alright thank you." She was shaking, her hands were cut dripping with blood from the thorns. I told her "Don't clench it so hard, its fragile and your bleeding" She looked down further and shakily said "..Maybe.. Maybe I want to bleed" I got shocked at this and backed off I didn't want to make anything worse..
A few days went by..
The girl wasn't around,
I knew whereabouts she lived
So I went to see if she was okay
I saw a rose on the grass outside
her house.. Below a window..
A half open window, with the curtains
Drawn only about two inches