#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…

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[ashleyrowanthewriter]

Trans Girl's Journey

No Fool's shell is everlasting.

They just need a little crack.

While the journey is long-lasting

The Mage knows her right track.

She shall look into the gaze

Of the eyes of High Priestess.

Empress her bravery shall praise.

Her promise shall seem sweetest.

Emperors she shall look out for

That try to restrict her self.

With Popes she shall learn how to work

And how to shout for herself.

A Lover she shall come to be

Per some chance with no lariat.

She shall take the sugary key.

She shall drive in her Chariot.

She will find Strength as a Hermit

To stay strong against the fate.

The Wheel of Fortune always spins.

It brings love and it brings hate.

For Justice she will become Hanged

And her Death she shall embrace.

Even if in one friendship strand.

She will find in life Temperance.

Time will come when she'll have to face

The Devil. There is no space to cope.

The Tower she'll rebuild misplaced

With the Star and its great hope.

She will fear the gaze of the Moon

And dangers it will foretell.

But the Sun will also rise soon

And will break its dreadful spell.

She shall face the Judgement severe.

Everything will get uncurled.

And she shall to herself become dear

And look with love at her World.

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I was inspired by the Trans Girl Trading Cards by @unholytgirl and @sadcoldcoffee and also my passion for Tarot. Seriously, if I could draw I would love to draw a card myself. So here's my contribution.

[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]

[sporadicpizzakoala]

It's honestly super fun & addicting wearing these outfits to make my roommate instantly rock hard.. 😏🍑

Don't forget to Reblog... 🏳️‍⚧️

[bookmothic-dyke]

I’m gonna write poems about the girls I’m dating. Cause idk. I feel like it.

[los3rmonologuee]

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

[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

[oct2006]

[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

[alexthesillybilly]

Archaeopteryx

The Archaeopteryx is a sign of rebellion.

When archaeopteryx lithographica was first discovered in the Solnhofen Limestone in Germany, nobody had known a bird that old existed. Despite being small, despite the fossils likely being juveniles, it became one of the most important discoveries in evolution and biology as a whole.

Some believed it was an angel.

Scientists argued for decades, centuries about what it was;

a bird or a dinosaur.

Maybe it’s not so simple.

Archaeopteryx is usually referred to as a transitional fossil. A creature that defies human labels, that refuses to be categorized. It would not fit in with the dinosaurs, and it would not fit in with the birds. Maybe it would’ve been thought of as wrong, as a freak of nature.

But it would soon prove that change is essential. It was evolution in action. Living proof that a species cannot survive by trying to be the same as every other species around it.

Proof that diversity is the key to survival and life as a whole.

65 million years ago, dinosaurs went extinct.

Oh, but they didn’t.

When catastrophe struck at the end of the Cretaceous Period, there were survivors. The mammals, the insects, the animals who adapted.

Though Archaeopteryx would never get to see its descendants, it would have been proud to see where it is now- over ten thousand unique species of birds thriving in today’s world. Despite hunting, despite deforestation, despite climate crises, despite everything-

The Archaeopteryx survived.

The Archaeopteryx survived by changing. It survived by defying labels and refusing to conform.

The Archaeopteryx is recovery. The Archaeopteryx is retaliation.

The Archaeopteryx is a sign of rebellion.

little thing i wrote, as a trans archaeopteryx paleotherian myself. somewhat based on the song Archaeopteryx by Hugo Grayling and the Deserters

[02nique02]

[trickstersaint]

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