The World can be a cruel place
With rigid standards of the norm
And heaven help a being who
Openly doesn’t try to conform.
Fat Alice they called her
Not exactly PC
For the person wasn’t fat
Nor willingly a she.
Gender undetermined
Was that persons choice
And it face the world with
An exquisitely powerful voice
That could charm the birds
Down from the trees
Evocative of the wind
Blowing off the gentle seas.
Far Alice conquered the world
But led a very stressful life
Always seeming to live on
The very edge of a knife.
For when a person is different
Society doesn’t bother to ask why
And, no matter how talented, can turn
And suddenly hang them out to dry.
With admiration respect to a transgendered friend who, at times, goes through hell, but always with great dignity.
She was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch,
and her preferred pro-noun to Z.
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
in the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I mean, not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew, bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
They are now dating.
She was a confident young woman
as a thirteen-year-old
One of the luckiest women in the world
Because her mother understood
She was never thrown out of her home
She was nurtured and loved
Dresses with glitz and glitter were purchased
She is known as Nyla
I am a friend of her mother’s
Her mother is the wisest woman in the universe
She knew that Nyla was a woman
Before Nyla knew
She nurtured her and dressed her and loved her
Nyla is one of the most famous transgendered women in Kansas City
She has been on talk-shows, encouraging and uplifting the youth
Who were thrown out of their homes by hard-hearted, close-minded parents.
I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.
For a Taoist,
rivers and their valleys
are iconic
ecowomanist yintegrity,
Yet St. Francis feels rivers,
but probably not their embracing valleys,
as Brothers.
As the River running through my backdoor life
flows from northern right
downstream to southern left,
I remain nondualistically of two minds,
and probably all transinsurrections
in and out between
River waters flowing
and valleyed land supporting
gender specific identities
I cannot realistically experience upstream
from down,
or flow from strong stability
toward this River's mouth
emptying into nonviolent surf
progressively surging forward
and regressively back
From overflowing ocean sources
refilling MotherEarth's support
for stable
and resilient,
public
and intimate health care
TransGendered systems for all
Brother/Sister sacredly bilateral
spiritual strength
flowing naturally down
and out,
redeeming up
and in
Taoist interdependent rivers
and their intersectional valleys
flowing deep sea green
integrity.
Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy
Transgender children are sad
They want to be who they are
The wisest parents understand
If Johnny wants to be called Julie and wear dresses – okay.
Because Johnny is not Johnny inside, she is Julie.
If all transgendered children were treated with love and respect
If all parents of transgendered children understood this
It would be enough to change the world.
Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy
Please love your children for who they are
Please respect your children
Even if their ideas are different than mine?
Especially if their ideas are different than yours.
When time turned round and began to crash
Then life burnt down returned to Ash.
I looked in the Charcoal and I remember
Your beauty enchants my soul like an ember.
That's when you entered my room like a storm
Transgendered life's gloom now it's bright Persimmon.
My solitary heart lay trapped in this Ivory tower
Time you pollinated with happiness I am your flower.
If skies couldn't be Cerulean all the time
Love should be ruling all the while.
There is no value for Gold
Where I cannot have you to hold.
Your Love like lightning leaves a Fandango aura
Your Love brightens my life it seems from corner to corner.
When passions so hot fires may catch light
Then flashing those eyes a snatch of Malachite.
With Vermillion thoughts cheeks will now flush
So silly of course how sweetly you blush.
My Love lays me down in fields of Lilac
Our world spins round we'll both lay back.
EDGE
Fredonia Kansas
1969
It has been three months now
And our world
Did not end.
As foretold in some
smoking tea leaves
seeped from an ancient Peruvian calander
that crops up now and then.
Wasn't it all from the offering
of Virgin's sacrafice
to the--the Gods?
And of some other alien Peruvian native
blood, all of them transgendered
from a super race of
Gloimitas who lived
on their doomed planet
over a million light years
from our own light and time of today.
Not round, No No No
not round, but flat
really flat just like our own was
some time ago we forgot about.
And then one day
they thought their world was ending
when they just fell off
the edge.
© Ron wilson aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
I’m trapped
But not in the normal sense,
My minds trapped
In this body.
Everyone calls me a girl
Because that’s what my body portrays me as
But that’s not the case
Yes…I’m in a girl body
But I’m actually a boy
To be more precise…
I’m an F.T.M.,
Female to male transgendered.
I was born this way
And it’s actually natural
It’s not a defect
Or anything like that
It’s just who I am
I can’t change the fact
That I’m a guy
I just deal with the girl body
And accept who I am
I know that it’s weird
And probably hard to accept
And to wrap your head around
But all I ask is to try
And to not judge me
If at all possible.
This is who I am…
I’m an F.T.M.,
And I’m proud of it!
Every year my town, Hoppaloggagayville hosts the Fall Festival of Sweet Transvestites.
It's a really fun time. Everyone comes to the Charlie Sheen Park to play games, eat
delicious food, see all the animals, and Have Gay Sex in the last of the transgendered
weather. My favorite booth is the one that serves fried **** on a stick!
This year, the Festival was extra special because there was a surprise guest; Dance Club
Massacre came to play on the Hoppaloggagayville Stage! It was the best concert ever. While
Dance Club Massacre played, We started a mosh pit while all the pussy jeffree star
wannabes sang along. All of the jeffree star wannabes got raped by Jeffrey Dahmer And we
continued to mosh. That was A great Festival!
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