#trans girl poetry

[brianna]

A boy

A boy

A boy not by his own conviction, but others’

A dirty, gross, manly boy

That makes him want to rip off his own skin

A boy

A boy who will never be seen as a girl,

Except for the compliance of pity

And not true perception.

A boy

A boy who wants to start anew

And move to a place

Where everyone calls him ma’am

A boy

A boy who never will know where this place is,

Of the perfect place

Where he would move to in a whim

a boy

A boy

A BOY

A BOY!

[wulfinna]

Repeat, Persist

A wordless commiserationbleeds into thin streams of air.“Oh, it’s nothing . . .it’s just everythingthat actually matters.”And there it wafts, hangingon for someone to say the word . . .but there is no phrase for it.It is said in the passing by,in the going about the daylike nothing is on fire.Like no lives are beingrounded up and attacked."Okay then."I just want, seeing others want,everything…

[spaceship-kittygirl]

I chose he/him, I get he/him

I chose they/them, I get he/they

I chose she/they, I get they/them

I chose she/her, I get she/they

my choice is ignored

I am pushed back towards masculinity

my identity a power struggle with those who think basic respect is "too difficult"

[sadieslimes-blog]

POV: I'm your trans girlfriend and I'm disappointed you haven't taken your pants off yet, will you?

[sickly-sapphic]

[ID: A swirly, pink and blue background on all slides. Text reads; I'm laughing with my queer friends. We talk about queer love and queer sex. "God, I am such a lesbian, I'd literally throw up if I saw a dick irl!" I shrink back. She'll wonder why she doesn't have many transfem friends. "Women & AFABs" is written on a bright, rainbow sign. There's a trans flag on one corner, an intersex one on the other.

I sigh and walk inside.

They all wonder why so few transfems attended the meeting today. "AFAB Healthcare" is the title of the breast cancer awareness post on my for you page this morning.

They'll dare to wonder later why "all our beautiful trans women" are dying so young. There's a reddit post asking trans women what they think of the flag. There's 100 comments.

3 of them are trans women.

All of those have replies, telling them they're wrong.

They'll ask why trans women don't voice their opinions enough. I notice, quietly, I am far more acknowledged in conversation, with my longer hair and visible chest, than the girl across the table with buzz cut and a t-shirt.

They'll wonder why she doesn't keep contact with the rest of the group. My voice is too harsh, too loud. I don't qualify as a girl because or hairy legs or a weird nose.

They ask why so many transfems worry that much about passing. My mutuals repost and talk about punching terfs & kicking transphobes. They have never posted a transfem positivity post. They comment how little their transfem following is.

They scream predator at the trans girl in a collar and cat ears. She is 16. They comment how little they see trans girls in public these days.

I've been called a rapist, a groomer, a creep, for existing in online spaces since 14. It gets worse in short clothes or posts mentioning sex. They keep asking where to find good transfem voices online.

You drown, and you kill. You shout, and you maim. And you have the nerve, the audacity, to look me in the eyes and ask,

"Where are all the trans girls these days?" End ID]

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[los3rmonologuee]

ofc i like my own posts, i have to make sure i don't flop

[their-we-go]

i used to be a little girl. and now i’m not. and that’s good. that’s important.

but the thing is. is that i’ll never be her again. can’t, won’t, will never. wouldn’t want to, anyway.

but the other thing is, i keep all her favourite books on my bottom shelf. and i have her stuffed animals on the foot of my bed, still. and i sleep in her room, every night. and i look at the pink walls, at the colour she chose, and i think of repainting and i don’t.

i’ll never be her again, but i am living in the life that she built. waited for. dreamed of. i’ll never be her again, but i try to take good care of her things

[bookmothic-dyke]

Part of me hates it when people like me. Like when they like like me.

It feels like I’ve somehow deceived them or coerced them into their feelings… even though that’s very much not the truth of it. Even when I like them back, to whatever degree I do. I feel like a monster for being desired.

Unworthy of their care and infatuation.

A lie made flesh.

I know it’s not true. And I’m trying to work through it.

But still.

Even though I crave love and companionship.

A very small part of me hates being liked.

[brianna]

Why?

Why am I like this?

A fake, a talentless fraud.

I feel like a hurricane

Ready to crash,

But nobody cares..

Why must I tell myself these things?

I’m a piece of shit that nobody wants

I convince myself I don’t want to heal

And I continue to wallow in my dark

Why can’t I be better?

Like my idols, like my friends.

I am going to be left alone

For voicing my self concerns

A fake, a fraud, a hurricane, piece of shit loser addict who will be left all alone.

-Brianna Zap Medlin

[orgasming-caterpillar]

On being trans, Madhav Solera

7th of June 2024

[ceejthedeej]

[ginagloria16]

I dream myself, a girl's dreams As I run in the rain, my hair drenched blown by the wind, and flowers grow there Where I step, among the grey stones of the city

The discarded mirrors, which they show a broken, distorted face but surrounded by daffodils and roses The dream face that the mirror does not see

which is evoked by her own internal memories From beyond the grave, which is so beautiful that the mirrors are broken by this beauty Because of her invisibility

[trickstersaint]

elegy in which you are the creator in the laboratory // october 29 2023

[longingwhispers]

So my love tell me ..

Where should I go? to the left, where nothing's right ..

Or go right, where nothing's left .

[outfitqueer]

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If you’re on a journey to figure yourself out, this book gets it.

It’s like finding pieces of your story on every page.

These poems are like quiet support for the moments when you need it most.

You can always present it to a trans person you love.

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