The first man
The first man to ask
“What is a woman?”
Without ever feeling the touch of one
The first man to call a doll
“A deluded boy in a dress.”
The first man to make you hate me,
The first man to make me hate me.
The first man with no degree,
To declare the binary of sex.
The first man to demonize us,
The first man to divide us,
Claim his hatred to be fact.
The first man to deny our genocide,
The first man to dismiss Brianna Ghey,
A trans girl who was stabbed
twenty eight times.
The first man to talk fast so people mistake his ignorance for intelligence,
The first man to hate women under guise of protecting them.
The first man to ignore our suicide rates,
The first man to increase our suicide rates.
The first man to encourage those boys to follow me home,
The first man to justify trans deaths,
The first man to convince those boys it was okay to plan my death.
I hope the first man hears this,
“you were the first man to hate,”
I’d tell him.
“And your hate spreads like wildfire.”
The first man’s fire is catching.
Yellow bright sunshine
Purple lily pads
Bright orange blossoms
Brown horses in the pasture
Green pastures over yonder
Red roses for my daughter rosey
Red fire truck toys for my son Oliver
White as virgin purity for my mom Brianna
Black auras that I read for a select few family members
This blue poem I wrote just for you
With silver and gold lining
What is it? By Brianna Florence
It defines us,
It takes control of our minds, directing our every action,
It is not blind, it is deliberate,
It is a devotion impelling us to sacrifice selfish thoughts,
It saves us, changes lives,
It protects when the world turns against us,
It never fails, it possess everlasting power,
It changes lives,
It is more than deep affection, more than having butterflies,
It is more than just romance.
It is love.
There is a girl named Brianna
She Is 12 years old and she loves tea
And makeup! So every morning when she
Gets up she does her hair and makeup then gets a cup of tea.
Then she goes to school and meets up with her friend Tiffany but Tiffany does not
Do her makeup so every morning she does Tiffany’s makeup without leaving a spot.
When she gets home she gets a cup of tea and goes to bed.
By Aunika Alch
Age12
Jimmy
imaginative, poetic
learning, protecting, misjudging
father, parent, daughter, child
accepting, forgiving, understanding
artistic, gorgeous
Brianna
*Written for my middle child Brianna - daddy loves you!!!
On days of early sunrise many colors greet my eyes
Girls in their pastel Easter dresses is one my eye spies
When looking at all the colors presented by Crayola
As I repose on day off in my pergola
Down where wild things play and I would want to stay all day
Where I could reach.. touch the sky-blue sky from this place of play
Across the way where Mulberry Tree gives its fruit to me
Then I can make that Mulberry jam that will draw many bees
Mulberry such picture pretty color to spread on toast
Great color Mulberry for jam on toast this I will boast
Over by the Mulberry Tree where the Brown Turkey grows
Just below the running rose on the trellis of Misty Rose
Nature offered Crayola colors that we favored
Even Razzle Dazzle Rose sunsets that day's end flavored
(This was inspired by Linda-Marie Brianna contest about Crayola Crayon.)
Baby girl how I miss you so!
Rest-a-sured, you're thought of more than you know.
I haven't been there for you and it cuts like a knife.
A huge part in my heart aches because I need you in my life!
Nothing can change the fact that I'm your daddy and you're my baby girl.
No one can ever again separate you from my world.
A raven haired Angel......
PS Family Brianna is my middle child. She is 9 years old. Hopefully my
dearest Audrey has put a pic of Brianna up on my facebook and myspace
so you guys can see her!
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