As we rightly remember blessings bestowed We cannot help but remember what is owed; Land we now enjoy once belonged to bands Of people here long before our Euro-throng; So . . . I Give THANKS But Not For CROOKS & BANKS I Am GRATEFUL But Not For The CRUEL & HATEFUL I Have GRATITUDE […]
My girlfriend constantly sends me articles on the end of the world
Nuclear doomsday this. Russia that. Chinese sea this.
Blah blah blah blah blah. If the world ends
I swear imma be like NOT THIS AGAIN.
Then sigh
Then be hit by a wave of nuclear radiation or something and burn to death.
Singing away “Its a sign of the tiiiiimes”.
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
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
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