She can’t give up…

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She won’t …

Beaten as the path we all walk till our deaths

Beaten bruised tattered and torn

Yet…

She is the fiery storm;

The fiery storm she fears the more than anything

Yet she won’t give up

She walks… and walks…

Alone in solitude

She veils herself like an ancient goddess

Hidden amongst shadows

Why wouldn’t she be?

On planet corrupted with dark clouds?

One must be protected but

The rain pours and drips down…

Alone, cold, damp and dark

Reflections of it all beaming upward

At her face looking sadly down

Dreary gloom…

Her feet place upon them;

Cascading the lights and reflective glow

Lights of dreams always forever flicker and move amongst the rain

She keeps walking

She has to go…

The wake of her forgotten smile is somewhere

So she searches for it

Until time ceases to exist

She can’t give up.

She won’t…

Walking on the beaten path we all walk

Till death.

-Nina

GoodnightNina  – Who knew? Transitioning ; Slam Poetry

I was always picked last in sports, I laugh at being picked last

because they saw past what I could; not even…

Recognise in the first place, never did I see first place in sports

But I took up a new gender like sports, wait…

Lets reverse pace; I was picked last because perhaps

They knew before I knew I knew I was a girl, I knew I was a girl?

Did I twirl? Was that the give-away?

I remember once I was told I look like one. Twelve; Dumbfounded

Delve into childhood, Perhaps That was the time I began to find myself…

I’m not sure… What I am sure of,

Is I can never be sure of damn near anything

Other than my decision to transition, that meant everything.

It wasn’t hard to transition at all.

It was hard to pretend to be a man like fraud (((guilty as charged))) 🙂 !!

-Pause-

Serious shit…

I feel complete sorrow, for all those that can’t transition tomorrow

This god damn world, I’m lucky as fuck.

Its called hormone replacement therapy;

And it worked wonders for my clarity

Anyone against transgender rights can spare me

“Beware the”

Powers of hatred in the world

Us girls got it hard sometimes; That scares me

Ive survived a lot

Extremely thankful, to be doing different things for a bankroll

Write a little rhyme thats tasteful.

Thank God….

-Nina

Break from poetry back to art day one: A portrait of a young Buddha.

My girlfriend found a big shelf in the alley months ago and looked at me. “Nina you should draw something on this”.

Why not? – I thought; recycled art is right up my alley. My mom had requested that I paint her a portrait of Buddha for her recently purchased home.

I had forgotten this massive shelf awaiting for me in the closet until a few days ago when I decided that ITS RETURN OF THE ARTS. And… I decided to do a speed painting.

Paint your subject as fast as you possibly can! This was the result of my speed painting and although it is far too large for my mother’s liking. Buddha can watch over me from his shrine in my living room.

I love what I created.

🙂

Nina