#transgender

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  • agjproverbs 9w

    The Race We Run

    Queer by design.
    My resume is full of trans experience
    I've been described as coloring outside the lines.
    But why would I stay in your lanes when GOD gave me the whole book to use?
    So I dig my well deep, and keep drawing...I see my using my own water as necessary. You perceive it as a threat to you.
    In your traumatizing fear you paralyze my truth to a caricature on a stage. But I get up from the crippling, with sage for my age.
    Not shade to anyone, but my light is not a drag...I don't "dress up" for your enjoyment there is no song and dance to be had.
    I refuse to play your Medea just because your grandma's love failed you. And as I write this your "tips" are being refunded, because you cannot buy this freedom beau.
    But I do pray someday you find it, and your place in the sun. Because
    Leaping over stigmatized walls and powering through oppressive stereotypes is a race we're both called to run.
    ©agjproverbs

  • queerchildzw 20w

    I'm back on my feet

    I was 6 feet under. Buried in pain and regret. I was drowning in a sea of fear and shame. I worked hard to become. To be a true version of myself.
    I let my truth out for the world to see. I was a self-made man. I say self-made because I had to teach myself what it means to be a man, I had to unlearn all of my chilhood lessons. They said I was breaking rules and bending nature so they beat me down to make me right. They threw hate at me at every turn, tried to kill the man I was with words and fists. Sticks and stones broke my bones and words had me sitting across the same stranger every Wednesday asking me how I feel. I told her I couldn't sleep because in my dreams I had the same body I had when I was 12. She told me to look at the man in the mirror and tell him he was amazing, strong and perfect till I believed it. Now I'm back on my feet. Went from 6 feet under to on top of the world.
    ©queerchildzw

  • dil_se_dilshath 23w

    "நீ நீயா இரு"
    என்று எழுதி இருந்த பலகையில்
    "விதிவிலக்கு நீ திருநங்கையாக
    மட்டும் இருக்காதே" என்று
    மாற்றி எழுதினார்கள் சமுதாயத்தால் ஒதுக்கப்பட்ட திருநங்கைகள்

  • agjproverbs 30w

    AGJ Proverbs #11

    Dear Trans Women,
    Having a cisgender heterosexual male's attraction is not the right of passage to becoming a Bonafide woman.
    ©agjproverbs

  • agjproverbs 33w

    Addressing me by my deadname is like mailing an invite to my old address. I don't live there anymore.
    ©agjproverbs

  • rhythmic_beats 36w

    Let them live in peace and not live in pieces. The mind and soul will always be ignorant about the rule of gender as they feel freedom out of this boundary.

    Maybe it's difficult for us to accept this kind of change but it's more difficult for them when they have to live with opposite personalities at the same time that too for lifetime!

    PS. Don't know if this really fits for the challenge or not.

    #opposite #societal #stigma #gender #sex
    #transgender #societalissues #freedom
    #cage #prison #boy #girl #life #decisions #poetry
    #rhythmic_beats #wod #mirakee
    Thank you @writersnetwork ♥️

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    Opposite

    Though I have one BODY
    But I'm opposite.
    A boy by SEX
    And a girl by GENDER.
    To whom I should surrender?
    To the hormones; my psychosocial urges?
    Or to the genital organs
    As society would discriminate me
    From a normal human being?

    From childhood I was fascinated by
    My mom's saree, the colours, the patterns,
    The beauty of variety of dresses
    And ornaments.
    I have seen the night sky draping itself
    With many stars of twinkling colours
    And at last wearing the most
    Precious pendant: the moon!
    I have seen the sky wearing
    Clouds as bangles coloured by
    The magical sun.
    I have seen the sky wearing
    Rainbows as earrings.
    No! I'm not allowed to enjoy this
    Because I'm a boy!

    But how I will convince by SOUL
    Who is ignorant and dumb
    About the stigma called gender?
    I forcefully need to prison my soul
    Behind the bars of societal norms
    That your body is the only thing
    Need to be alive and the freedom
    And state of heart and soul is
    Either neglected or murdered
    Just because you are not allowed
    To do different, to be different
    And feel different.

    I love long hairs which
    Flows like a waterfall
    Around which the butterflies
    Sing their lovely poesies.
    Yes I'm strong and soft hearted
    Just like my mom who becomes
    A warrior and a charming queen
    As the fraction of situation changes.

    What do I do when opposite
    In the me have started a deadly war!
    Who will win the battle?
    Who will lose the battle?
    These thoughts triggers myself a lot
    And my neurons itself gives
    Shock treatments every moment
    When I step out of my room
    And have to live like a puppet.

    The intensifying storm started
    Destroying myself and each day
    New bruises sprouted which was
    Deep and dark as the black holes
    Where no one wants to enter,
    Not even me!

    I couldn't tolerate the same poles
    Of magnet as they constantly
    Repel eachother more stronger each time.

    Finally I removed away all heavy toxic
    Polluting thoughts and succeeded to
    Overcome the storm by transforming
    Myself to a girl as per my soul's need.
    Yes now I'm a perfect deaf to the society
    As my soul no more hears their compulsions
    But my silent, alive and playful smiles
    Are now enough to make a roar
    That keeps on echoing the bravery
    And choice of my decision.

    Now I have became that sky
    Who embraces beauty of
    Both day and night
    Without any limits.

    I may seem like swirling cluster
    Of messed particles
    But don't forget one day
    It transforms to planets,
    Galaxies and universe too!

    After all I have to live my life,
    No one can live my life for me,
    No one can feed my soul with
    Their commands as
    Only universe synchronizes
    With my soul and no one has ever
    Dared to alter the algorithm
    Of the universe!
    ©rhythmic_beats

  • trayii 36w

    Yes I am in love with my self
    And I am so happy
    My shine like a sun
    My body like a star
    Because my mother is like a moon
    even she's more beautiful than moon
    When I put roses on my hair
    & I put dots on my forehead
    I look so beautiful like my mother
    When i dance with ghungroo tie in my feet
    It is as if a bird has got freedom
    from the cage after years
    When i sit in front of the mirror
    So mirror tells me
    You have a lot of power
    You have a word that
    you can makeup yourself
    Then after that mirror
    starts flirt me.…...
    With the scent of roses,
    and the sound of ghungroo
    Breaking all the partiality of the society,
    make my own place,
    where my existence is the most beautiful.
    I am a boy by birth
    but my soul that is a girl who is very beautiful
    Because not necessarily
    A women is not born only in a women's body
    Some women are born in a man's body
    ©trayii

  • agjproverbs 38w

    As a black trans expensive women fresh out the closet navigating life in the south oh, I have many more stories like this. #transgender #trans #blackpeople #blackandtrans #LGBT #SouthCarolina

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    True Story

    When I returned South Carolina from my NYC birthday trip last month I kept noticing older white people staring at me when I entered different establishments. As a trans fresh out the closet I was a little taken back by this and asked the hostess in a hushed tone why I was being stared at and if I was being clocked. This light skin black woman (that I didn't know was a black woman) leaned in close and whispered in a super serious tone, "I think its because your black". In that moment I blurted out, "OMG I forgot I was black." The way we both laughed up.
    ©agjproverbs

  • madmuireann 48w

    1025

    I bite my lips,
    Or perhaps,
    My fingers,
    When I need you.

    My hands readily
    Fly to my face,
    To hide the embers
    Of my embarrassment.

    When you delight me,
    My teeth catch my tongue.
    A flustered smirk,
    Or euphoric grin.

    Yet all you have of me,
    Is sound and light.
    The language of my form:
    A secret unbidden.

    -Muireann Nic an Gheatóra

  • madmuireann 52w

    Scars

    Scars heal.
    The scars the world gives us,
    They fall aside.
    The wounds waiting like rust
    To be cleaned with pride,
    And show our steel.

    -Muireann Nic an Gheatóra

  • madmuireann 54w

    Plummet

    That’s the thing about roller coasters.
    You crest at the summit,
    Clenched teeth from the clanking...
    And plummet.

    The journey, the lead up?
    It’s terrifying.
    But the wingless live the joy of flight.
    After the fall.

    I want to keep falling.
    I want to experience you.
    Just one more time...

    Plummet.

    -Muireann Nic an Gheatóra

  • mahi_ghane 54w

    हा मै इसी धरती का लाल हूं
    जो सदियों से बिछड़ा हूं
    तू तो औकात से बाहर निकल गया
    और मै अभ्भी पिछड़ा हूं।

    हा मै इसी धरती का लाल हूं
    जो सिर्फ रोटी,कपड़ा और मकान के लिए बेहाल हूं
    तू तो पढ़ कर चांद पर पहुंच गया
    और मै अभ्भी एक सवाल हूं।

    हा मै इसी धरती का लाल हूं
    जो तेरी खुशियों मै नाचू तो गुलाल हूं
    और तू चाहे खरीदे अपने हवस मै मुझे
    फिर भी समाज पर मै मलाल हूं।

    हा मै इसी धरती का लाल हूं
    जो पैदाइशी हिजड़ा हूं
    तू तो औकात से बाहर निकल गया
    और मै अभ्भी पिछड़ा हूं।
    ©mahi_ghane

  • madmuireann 55w

    Anxiety In 30 Seconds or Less

    All of these feelings.

    Constant repeating.

    The static is bleeding.

    'Til the buzz brushes ceiling.

    This is my addiction.

    This is me, I'm retreating.

    This is drowning in fiction.

    This is silently pleading.

    Until my brain falls out,
    Until I can't go on,
    I know you wonder why I'm worried about everything.

    Until there's no more thoughts.
    Until I crash and burn.
    I know I haven't done anything today.

    No not today.

    I hope you stay.

    I hope you stay.

    I just feel overwhelmed.

    -Muireann Nic an Gheatóra

  • madmuireann 55w

    Happiness

    Happiness?
    Happiness gives no scars.
    It is not burned,
    Indelibly,
    Into our memory and fears.
    Happiness must be recalled,
    Brought bubbling,
    Bursting forth from our depths.
    It is a choice.
    It is a struggle.
    It is strength.
    It is revolution.

    -Muireann Nic an Gheatóra

  • madmuireann 55w

    Eclipse

    The Moon and Sun,
    Are as one;
    And Light and Darkness steal a kiss.
    What is this?
    It's called Eclipse.

  • madmuireann 56w

    Phases

    You say that to you, I am the sun.
    Warm and ever-lit, the earth bathed in my splendor.

    I disagree my love, though you guess closely.
    I tell you truly that I am the moon.

    I am the moon, the sun’s pale imitation.
    My light is far less warm, but beautiful in its fickleness.

    I am not a golden treasure, I am a silvern reflection.
    I may be worth little, but I can show you much.

    I can show you yourself, if you hold me closely.
    And I can reveal mysteries, if you watch me as I travel.

    I may seem fleeting, as I come and go.
    Beautiful and piercing, then dark and occult.

    My gravity will draw you in, if you let me.
    And I’ll cherish your tide’s rise and fall, and paint you silver.

    I am never gone, if you search me out.
    You will always find me, if you wish to see me.

    To me, you are the earth. Ever changing.
    Lush and ornate. Scarred, yet thriving.

    I am the moon, ever shifting.
    Dark or radiant. Damaged, but beautiful.

    We are the shapers, shaping each other.
    Dancing through the dark as we flit through forms and phases.

    Our connection is the sun.
    Pulling and pushing us through our steps.

    I am far less pretty without it.
    I don’t want that light to disappear.

    -Muireann Nic an Gheatóra

  • srslysunny 56w

    SADMAD

    ARE YOU MAD?
    ARE YOU SAD?

    I'M BLURRING ALL THE LINES
    WHILE YOU WHINE AND YOU CRY
    REMEMBER WHY YOURE ALL ALONE
    SO SAD SO MAD CRY-TYPING ON YOUR PHONE
    WHEN YOU REFUSE TO CALL ME BY MY NAME
    YOU SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED OUR RELATIONSHIP WILL CHANGE

    I DON'T BELONG TO YOU
    MY TIME DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU
    I CHOOSE TO LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM
    IF YOU DON'T TOO THEN YOU CAN SCRAM

    MY GENDER DIDN'T FIT YOUR PLAN
    I'M PROUD TO BE WHO I AM
    NOT A GIRL AND NOT A MAN
    I DON'T PARTAKE IN CISSIE'S BRAND

    SO ARE YOU SAD? ARE YOU SAD?
    ARE YOU MAD? I HOPE YOU'RE MAD.

    ©sunny_s

  • avigrace 58w

    Under His Quill

    As I find myself under his quill, I fall under his spell. His utensils touches my insides so deep, it feels like a dream and I'm fast a sleep. Abruptly awaken by manifestation of his realization that I'm a trans kind of woman. I don't want to die from his Wounded Manhood Syndrome. I rise to knees this time in prayer, I ask for help from the One upstairs. Lord I pray my soul and secret I can keep, less in rage he kills me whilst he thinks I'm sleep.
    ©avigrace

  • payalesa 58w

    TRANCE

    Having Vagina and Ovary,
    Doesn't Mean She is a Female.
    Having Penis and Testis,
    Doesn't Mean He is a Male.
    Emotional and Mental Health is Most Matter.
    Not Physical.!
    ©payalesa

  • misssrivastava 62w

    #transgender
    #transgenderlife
    #societysucks
    #किन्नर
    #किन्नर व्यथा @mirakee
    @writersnetwork

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    हिजड़ा हूं मै

    हिजड़ा हूं मै,
    हां मेरी भी एक पहचान है
    ना,जब बात कमजोरी की
    आती है तो लोग कहते है,"हिजड़ा है क्या"
    "अरे ये कुछ नहीं कर सकता हिजड़ा
    है ये साला"
    एक खास गाली हूं मै
    'हिजड़ा'

    मेरा भी नाम है मुझे भी
    उस नाम से बुलाओ
    दर्द होता है जब कोई
    किसी को 'हिजड़ा' कह
    कर गाली देता है..

    आखिर मै भी तो ईश्वर की
    ही बनाई हुई रचना हूं,
    इसमें मेरी क्या गलती है
    अगर मै एक 'हिजड़ा' हूं..?

    हा पता है कि मुझमें बच्चा
    पैदा करने की काबिलियत नहीं
    है,पर तुम्हारे घर बच्चे होने
    पर तुम खुशियां बाटने के
    लिए मुझे ही बुलाते हो...

    मै भी एक साधारण इंसान हूं
    मुझे भी अपने तरीके से जीने का
    मौका दो,
    मुझे भी पढ़ने लिखने का मौका दो,
    मुझे भी सबके साथ बराबरी करने
    का मौका दो,
    हम सब स्वतंत्र है, तो मुझे भी
    आजाद रहने का मौका दो,

    गाली नहीं मुझे भी सम्मान चाहिए
    ताकि मै भी गर्व से कह सकू,
    हां 'हिजड़ा' हूं मै...

    ©misssrivastava