I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk losing my family and friends.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”
We’re born on an island far, far away
we wear green cammies every single day
we put ourselves through hell and then ask for more
to bear the symbol of United States Marine Corps
we fight in far off lands with deserts and more
we fight for pride and freedom and for our corps
we don’t ask for great pay or a half decent meal
there is no way a poem can describe how we feel
when we get back, there will be tears in both of our eyes
yours are for happiness mine are for my friends that died
Your are life, you are every breath
Your are everything that’s right
Even when there is nothing left
You are my galaxy, you are my world
A female version of me, my precious little girl
I want to teach you and raise you in ways that’s correct
Every time I tell you I love you
Those are feelings that connect
You are my smiles, you are my tears
You are my strength that helps me overcome my fears
I don’t have nightmares, because you are my dreams
We say “like” like love
Deep stares into each other eyes
When things are good
When we share a moment
When we make love
“I like you”
And so many more emotions are behind those words
Begging to be expressed
Want to scream that I love you
But I’m so terrified of admitting that once again I’m in this place
Swore that I’d never allow another to man to make me feel...anything
Yet here you are
Everyday trying to prove to me that you are worthy of my love
Women, you need to fix yourself and be independent.
Take my advice into consideration, don’t be offended.
Stop complaining about your man; love him for who he is,
If you are not stable, stop opening your legs and pushing out kids.
Stop looking for love in all the wrong places.
Don’t stay with a man if he keeps catching cases.
Sometimes I hide
The me inside me
In front of my friends
And my family
I want to be myself
But do I know who that is?
And will all this confusion
Finally come to an end?
Sometimes I think
That I can just be strong
But I am too scared
I’ve been hiding to long
To just all of a sudden one day
Stand up in front of everyone and say
That I have been lying all this time
Without any real reason or rhyme
Except for the fact that I’m just too scared