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I am me and you are you

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You and me are very different.
We always have been and always will.
Your words, fists and feet will never make me you
Just face it, I’m not like you

You call me queer,
You call me a paedo,
You smash your fists into my face
Yet I’m still not like you so what’s the point eh?

Yes, I like to dress as a woman,
What’s so wrong in that? Will it condemn me to spend eternity in hell?
Just because you don’t do not make me bad.
Despite all your bullying, I’m still here.

This Halloween - A Short Poem

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This Halloween
By Barbara Lynn Terry

The witches sabbat is this Halloween
It behooves us to be seen
In our favorite scary garb
To keep the ghosts and goblins and witches at bay
Also, the werewolves, monsters and vampires
Lest they devour us little by little.
So, on this Halloween day,
Let us aspire
Not to perspire
Lest we be found out
That we are not a ghost, goblin, monster, vampire or witch
While we are out and about.

TG Limerick Day 2016

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TG Limerick Day

May 12 was National Limerick Day because it is the birthday of Edward Lear, who is credited with popularizing that poetic form in his Book of Nonsense, published in 1846.

So I decided to compose a few TG limericks for today.

1. There once was a boy from Purdue,
Who thought he was really a Sue.
She put on a skirt, turned into a flirt,
And sings in a café near you.

TIRED

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TIRED

I go to bed exhausted
But all I do is toss and turn

My stomach is tied in knots
And the thought of food makes me ill

Even on a sunny day I see nothing but grey
I count the hours till I can hide in my bed

Ask me what's wrong, and all I'll say is

I'm

just

so

tired.

A song in my head

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Just a little something that popped in my head yesterday:

I always wake up with a song in my head
I always wake up with a melody in my head
I always wake up with Melody in my head
I always wake up with this girl in my head
Who can make her wishes come true?
Who can make her come true?

Bleeding

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Bleeding

Author’s note. This is a poem that popped into my head today. Its gonna be tough, as it deals with sexual abuse. Please be careful reading it.

(I cant do music, but imagine a soft, sad guitar playing while you read this)

I’m ... bleeding ...

just when he entered me

Bleeding ...

never will be free

Bleeding ...

cant let anyone see

Bleeding ...

what he made of me

Bleeding ...

and no one can ever know

Bleeding ...

so its go on with the show

Pegasus Lands (One thousand four hundred and eighty eight days)

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Image courtesy of an extremely gifted artist, YuliaPW at Deviantart

Funny we should be looking at poetry on TED this evening. It just so happens that….

I think I'd never look back

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I think I'd Never Look Back

Author’s note: This is based on "I think I’d have a heart attack", which you can find a version of here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR0HrrIXjBk

I always had my defences up
never could admit who I was
because if I ever did that
I know I could never look back

Always knew that I had to hide
Always had to try to be a guy
Never talk about what I want
Even though it made life so tough

Ø Hope

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I just want to say that I rarely am capable of writing much. This is also the only place I feel I can share some of my feelings because I can't deal with how the few friends or family I have would act seeing some of the feelings I keep hidden away from them.

ps: that Ø symbol is from math, it represents an empty set. it just felt like a way for me to say "No Hope" without using the word no, or empty or lack of. I know, I'm weird.

The Defenders

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The Defenders
We are the defenders
The shield bearers
The ones who protect

We the defenders have a question for you

What use are the defenders
If there’s nothing left to defend

The castle
The core
Your innermost place

What use are we defenders
When you force us to lock you in place

The scenery matters not
It’s still a cell

We the defenders wait for the day
When we release you, save you, and go on our way

We the defenders
Are just like you

The Girl with the scars in her eyes

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The Girl with the Scars in Her Eyes

Have you seen her?

The girl with the scars in her eyes?

Because she tries to be invisible.

She thinks its safer, but its also very lonely.

Have you touched her?

The girl with the scars in her eyes?

She often flinches when people reach out to her.

But she looks with longing at those who are being touched.

Have you spoken to her?

The girl with the scars in her eyes?

She’ll try to keep the conversation light.

Even though she longs to be able to share.

Twas The Night Before Surgery

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‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SURGERY

With apologies to Clement Moore

'Tis the season, and I thought I would re-post this. I am working on some new pieces and continuing a series I started a long time ago, but this struck my funny bone tonight so I thought I would share it.

Cheers.

Kate

Yes, you're gone, but you're still here

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Yes, you’re gone, but you’re still here

For Kylie, may she rest in peace

Not far away in time

I was yours and you were mine

then you went and said goodbye

broke my heart and made me cry

My Playlist of My Self

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My Playlist of My Self


Authors Notes

  1. Music can tell a story in more than one way.
  2. I'm not FTM
  3. I let my mind wander for a split second and five hours later this is what I had.
  4. The formatting due to the use of tables may make the text display poorly on a small resolution such as a phone or a tablet.
  5. I have a lot of music: 73090 files, 238 days 14 hours 56 minutes and 19 seconds of music.
  6. You'd be surprised at what word combos in song titles can't be found in this much music.

Smile

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Smile
Copyright 2014 by Heather Rose Brown

This is a song about someone who's missing someone standing right in front of them. Any rhyming is accidental, and the structure isn't exactly symmetrical, but the emotion in these lyrics come straight from the heart.
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You will not define me

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I was accosted last night while in a hospital by an employee. I thought I would be safe there. These are my feelings.

I hate my toes: A Trans-girl's lament

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I Hate My Toes: A Trans Girl’s Lament

I hate my toes,
I hate my nose
And I really hate it when my belly shows

I hate my hair
I had to share

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