They said I was attention deficit. They said I was oppositional defiant They said I was bipolarThey said I was scitzophrenic
And now I am being treated for borderline personality disorder
Its true that I carry these faces and sides like masks hidden beneath the surface. How fitting.
My nickname is shade.
My scitzo effective side terrifies me. My bipolar side is attracted to danger and substance. I am naturally defiant. I am often hyper-active… And they say I am one with borderline personality disorder.
They say that someone with borderline personality disorder can be dangerous. Because we tend to snap in an instant. For me in some cases this is true…
In one instance; stopped by police I pulled my weapon on them! I snapped. Luckily I was not shot…
I was always picked last-in sports. I laugh at being picked-last because they saw past what I could not. Even recognize 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 was a girl before I… Knew I was a girl. (Did I twirl?) Was that the give away? I remember once being told I looked like one. I was absolutely dumbfounded ; at the age of 12. Delve into childhood. Perhaps that was around the time I began to find my self. Im not sure… What I’m sure of is that 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)!. I feel complete sorrow for my sisters across the globe who would die to transition but can’t because of this GOD DAMN world. “I’m waiting on tomorrow”
Im lucky as FUCK… and Its called hormone replacement “therapy” and it worked miracles for my clarity. Anyone against transgender rights can spare me. Beware the… power of hatred in the world; us girls got it hard sometimes and that scares me. I survived a lot and Im extremely thankful. I could do a lot of different things for a bankroll but I’d rather write a little rhyme thats… tasteful.
I came from another place; A place where I was placed in a war: in the spiritual world. The truth bared all. From the sadistic to the beautiful in awe. Where the true inner child is free and wild. With all of the world on my fingertips… I carefully spinned it… A fragile God. With an intent to prevent harm. Closed eyes revealed all. This was simply the norm as the signs were devised in many forms; all was materalized before my eyes. No; I was not surprised;
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