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Carla Moss Poem
Into the light I stride
Letting my maleness
Slowly subside
Feeling the warmth on my skin
Allowing my femininity
To sink in,
Into the light I stride
The sensation of air
Swirling
And sensually
Climbing
Stirring
Around my dress,
Into the light I stride
I beam
In fullness of heart
Of life
And self esteem.
Copyright © Carla Moss | Year Posted 2021
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Carla Moss Poem
I remember the first steps,
not forward, but inward.
A world too sharp, too dangerous,
where I folded myself away
to avoid the weight of their eyes,
the cruelty of their voices.
Freak.
Liar.
Something worse.
They said I had no right to be.
They made me fight my way home,
made me believe that survival was rebellion.
And then, for a while,
the world softened.
I walked through streets without shrinking,
laughed with friends, dressed in joy,
felt like I belonged to something,
not just a fight,
but a life.
But now, the shadows return.
Fear moves beside me again,
whispering caution into my steps,
pressing its weight onto my breath.
It should not be this way.
Not now. Not ever.
Yet, I will not be silent.
I will not bow to their hate.
I have carried too much,
endured too long,
to disappear.
I am transgender.
I will always be proud.
And I will not stop
until the world remembers
that we deserve to live,
to love,
to be safe.
Hate is the sickness.
We are not the problem.
Copyright © Carla Moss | Year Posted 2025
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