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Transgender Artist and Producer Vancouver Canada Ninavestergaard26@gmail.com http://www.youtube.com/innashademusic http://www.ninayinartcollection.WordPress.com My name is Nina Yin Vestergaard / Nina Shade , 27 year old transgender female from Vancouver Canada. Currently doing art / studying full time. I try to indulge in as many art forms as possible. Connect with me!

Movement

I want to keep going N I cannot stop and wait for change

I have momentum and I’ve been waiting days n months but I won’t wait years

At a ropes end and I may have to jump because I have no option

I adopted a life that I wanted to nourish and flourish but instead it’s stagnant

I don’t wish to devide to conquer I want unified pride and efforts and strive to be better

This planet is falling apart help me to fix mother earth n please help me to make this work

We have to be better for ourselves n the seeds that are underneath our wings

How can we expect them to fly if we don’t even try I’m looking at the depth of tomorrow trying to conquer my sorrow.

Take a step back and look. Now come and take ten steps ahead instead because we should dread this pace we are going.

It’s torture not knowing .

Come along… E.D.

As I continue my path I struggle with the terrain that lay beneath me. Trying not to trip on these minor roots and suffer a fall.

Trying to remain above it all.

Helping the ones that have come along for this journey to peace. I’m grabbing your hand.

Come along with me.

I’ve been here before;

Before before. And there’s so much more…

This path is my dreams and my unseen future in the leaves and trees and vines and green

Green like life and blue like the beautiful truth n my love for you. It’s true.

As we walk we can talk about our futures present. As the light cascades upon our essence.

Worries can be left behind unattended. I simply surrender.

Please don’t fret these mountainous journeys upon journeys. Walk with me without worry.

Watch the enemies scurry from our towering shadows in the now. Don’t ask me how we have arrived.

I don’t know but here we are. Paradise

Life in love. The love in life.

Nina

Untitled

The saga continues

n Im Riding it out

Blessed for another day.

Asking what you about

I struggle so I hustle

But could be humble without

Clout pays the bills; so ain’t no hiding

im out.

The fact is; no actin n I’m a provider

Grown up I show up n ignite it

Pushing my people up higher

This is superimposed

So I suppose I’m a writer

More like a rider

I don’t care if nobody reads this verse

I care about my seeds n my girl

I write these things for me

n I ain’t got a need in the world.

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Oh how beautiful when night turns to day. What a blessing it was to see your face. My only brother I’ve ever had. Thinking about you every day.

It’s hard to write about you. Missing you this badly. We meet in other realms due to the strength of our connection.

I could cry but I won’t. I’m trying not to. Blessed to be alive another day. I’m carrying on this path holding the torch for you.

I am thankful for every last year day minute n second I had with you. You are a true Angel to me.

Rym therepe

Blessed nuff sedded stress shredded

gets chedda days bedda bedda weatha

Foreva bliss reminiss I make a wish

Came true remain true to my dreams

In-between behinds the scenes fiend

Knowledge abolish wack shi n I frollic

Drop bomb like Wu atomic Islamic

Meaning peace n I piece with ease

peace.

Change rain.

So this is the retrograde rain

Of pain and joy?

Similes and metaphors

I regain control as the rain pours

But yes; to love change embrace pain

Tattering and trickling

Dripping on my soul

Yet is is filling me; I am whole

The whole world planets and stars

Watching the rain fall and wash

And cleanse

Seeds birth a new life

For me or for anyone and Everything

In this life

In this change

In this rain.

Nina

Morning Galphabet Szoup

Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.

Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.

I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.

Ink therapy

It’s dark morning.

The time for rhyme therapy; my clarity

Climb out of disparity; hearing me

Write these words; observe purpose

Present moment is the service

Back again with a digital saturated pen

Micro ink blot.

Thank you my friend.

The universe grants me another day

Thankful and it’s never in vain

I’m finding peace here in the winters air

Northwest blessed

I’m feeling fresh and clear