Transgender Poems

June 6 2025 Transgender Military Ban

"You may now not serve this country
Though you may be fit and kind
I tell you this quite bluntly
I will suppress your kind

Petitions and the public
Shall never hassle my laws;
Amist a starving republic
They believe me
When I tell them you are the flaws

For I've convince them all the bathrooms
Are threatening where you lurk
I've convinced them all your

An Ultimatum

An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"

The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be,

To those who are transphobic POTD

You who throw stones
Held so tightly in your hand
Like it is your all
Your pride

Your hands are bloody
Because you are a sinner
You are a sinner, and you throw the first stones 

Stones that come in words and pain
Whether you were the ones who shouted total trans death
Or the ones who wish pain
Or the ones who support

Banned Book Club VI

Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s  often live

On a Transgender Child

A transgender child
does not not exist 
just because a white man 
says that that is so
as two spirited
third genders 
and others
(eight in the Talmud! that I didn’t know)
exist around the globe
as in the
hijra of India
fa’afafine of Samoa
burrnesha of Albania
quariwarmi of Peru
guevedoche of Dominican Republic
muxe of Oaxaca
sekrata of Madagascar 
fakaleiti of Tonga
lhamana of Zuni
winkte of Lakota
bakla

Banned Book Club V

If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall

Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire,  ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a sin 
The unfolding of a female sexual invert
The act of

Jesse

dear tall child,

your bones probably don't fit your frame yet;
   they shift awkwardly,
and your spine hunches and slopes.

your hands are likely to be dry and grimy,
   legs speckled with ant bites
that sting like fire.


spending those arid days snatching lizards off the hot terracotta wall,

next to the withered rose garden belonging to

I am a girl

I am a girl,
Everyone sees it.

I graciously accept the label,
Twirling in a girls spool,
And playing it up for others.

Sometimes I feel an itch,
In a place I can't reach.
There are times when it quells,
When my voice cracks,
And I am somewhere else.

Where my hair is to my neck,
And my voice bellows.
But I am brought back to reality,
Because

In Shadows Deep

In shadows deep, where silence weeps,
A heart once bold, now quietly sleeps.
My brother, dear, with dreams untold,
Faced a world that felt so cold.

In mirrors, he searched for who to be,
A dance between truth and what others see.
In the light of dawn, he sought to find
The pieces of self, intertwined, unconfined.

Each struggle, each tear, a story

Robert Sherriff - Australian - transgender

Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer

The Common Pursuit of Inclusivity and Mutual Respect: This is not just a goal but a necessity for our society to thrive and progress. Transgender and gender-diverse rights are strong, sophisticated, and integral to the globalized world we live in

An Age of Transcendence

We are evolving towards a higher level of conscience! all of us
You and me 
There is no escaping this truth 
There are no poles to climb out of this reality. 
We are in a changing world that we better accept for what it is. 
We are all gender neutral now. 
None of the gentleman lady

A Lifetime

A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care of babies and learn to sew

And the very first thing I stitched together
Was made of cotton that had heathered
Was a pair of pants like my Papa wore
“For wearin’ ‘round the

A Transmasc Experience

Never so scared
Chains on my chest
Can't hear me
Help
Help

I am exposed
I will be hurt
So obvious
So vulnerable

Panicking
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down

One hour twenty minutes left
Please help
Please help
I'm stuck

I need my binder
I left it at home

Dysphoria

That damned thing between the walls
that stares and stares all day long,
A ghost, a ghoul, something fowl,
You can tell from how it scowls,
It whispers truths I wished denied,
its body clad head to toe in lies,
I cannot shake the cursed eyes,
which stalk me still through day and night,
This creature which tears my soul to shreds,
Haunts my

Transgender

“In the eyes of God, everyone is equal. The real dignity of a man lies in treating all with respect, never relegating anyone as inferior.”  ~ By Poet

Applying a coat of thick rouge
Over the stubble on her shaven chin, 
She looked into the mirror
Through its cracks, saw a million bits of her/him
Those images sneering

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