Lonely Gender Poems

at night, when the blue moon calls out to all wild things, 
its azure a calming wave in the bottomless screaming night
I walk in time...

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Here I am standing in this secluded space with the pillow of hope hanging over my face, I cannot go backward or forward, I am...

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Love is beyond ‘til death do us part.’
The message begin’s with an ‘L’
that’s for loyalty not for gender;
No matter what treasure your soulmate;

The message begin’s...

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In our evolution

                we’re ever forced to chart,

  ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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now the sun made love to the moon
in a transgender afternoon 
will be like you, will be like me 
blame fimininty, blame under Y trinity...

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"I went out last night with a crowd of my friends,
It must've been women, 'cause I don't like no men.
Wear my clothes just like a...

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Faulty biology adds a perfect suffering
Tears in my throat leave me weakly stuttering
Fear, pain, and angst leaves my body cold and shuddering
Dark thoughts make me...

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As blissful as ocean,
Yet as lonely as shore;
As strong as stone,
Yet as still as mountain;
As silent as tree,
Yet, like leaves, fighting with her inner self...

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If expressing our genuine feelings is now a worn-out sin
And by being what we really our becomes our personal burden
When their prejudice eyes becomes the...

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By Laura
April 26, 2016

These thoughts are bleeding out
The peace that I'm without
The battles that I fight
To get me through the night

The scars I wear with...

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Battle of the sexes is non-existent when we celebrate women, who celebrate men, who celebrate women.

We would cease to exist without men... or women.

Men and...

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Debates and discourses galore
Trees and rivers are worried
Cruelty and hounding are torrid
A raped morning in the shore

Kindness smiles in the water
It fondles the skin still...

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My grandparents' grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time's 1880's,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this...

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By Laura
June 17, 2015

The war has left my broken heart
But scars stay where they've always been
I wish I could forget those nights
The lonely, desperate tears...

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