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Trans Pride: A Higher Cause (Poetry) – Nina
Reblogg Poetry
I am…
The Type of writer who lites fires with typewriters.
Trans pride; n its a quite higher:
cause.
Despite my minor flaws I write because.
I’m…
Inspired by role models and not cold bottles.
No more sorrow.
I’m trans and…
Trans transgender pride; my gender why?
In splendor I; am utterly myself.
Selfishly no; selfless by being oneself with.
All that I can and possibly will.
If I didn’t; I’d probably be ill.
Although it really needs no commentary.
On the contrary I still see a bigots daily
I’m doing fine but I can imagine somewhere out there…
Someone is terrified of being themselves
I see this clearly.
Now a common occurring; non obscuring event.
I present myself to the world plus my 2 cents.
Have a conscience; discriminatory nonsense.
Happiness lays around the corner for many.
Plenty if we; could set an example and
Simply be free.
Nina
Awaiting
Just my imagination
Dancing in your essence
Daydreaming playtime
Inspiration devine
Seductive sentimentally
Love evidentially
Warmth embracing
Kind eyes
Smiling at me
Asking come find me
Truthfully infatuated
In only you
Since the day we met
Intentionally settling
In your arms forever
Homeless and Frustrated – Nowhere Fast – Nina Yin ; slam poetry.
Survival. – Nina
Survivor….
How lucky can I be.
I’ve survived all I’ve seen.
How many of these streets.
Nights and memories.
I’ve been paralyzed by thought.
Traps that I was caught.
Bleeding in the streets.
Many lessons I was taught.
I escaped unscathed.
My mind bathes in yesterdays.
All the different ways,
That I chose that I would play.
Cityscape playgrounds, money and indulgence.
Self destructive lust, my control was that of nothing.
How many others… survived the jungle traps.
I hope that you’ve all survived.
The things we grew attached.
Being transgender is more exiting.
I didn’t have the typical story of knowing I was a girl at a very young age. I grew into it naturally like a new pair of shoes. It’s exciting to me; everyday is exiting to get dressed and do my makeup and be me! It’s beautiful. The days spent out or the days shut in…. they represent me and they represent freedom. I am not the transgender girl complaining about the surrounding world, I am the lucky one passing day by the ”Practically” unscathed. Practically but most definitely not entirely. Imma keep stomping on. .
Listening to my corrupted mind…
The words are too sharp
Shuttering my soul
My eyes wide as the moon
Calling to the night to save me
With no answer replied
Like a knife gliding along my vertebrae
Defenseless against my own self doubt
Every minute every moment longer than the last
Glimpsing in astonishment; the utter darkness of my mind
Terrified in disgust
I’m trembling in my
Menacing vibrations
That I created
I can’t take this anymore
Finishes the poem*
Nina
Swept under the rug; the truth bares none.
Deepest and darkest until I’m dearly departed.
No one can know what I’ve done.
I was young…
It’s better left unturned.
That’s how I learned
And learned it the hard way.
Forever in between the rock and the hard place.
Cake.
They said I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too.
Clearly they did not know;
how to consume food…
As weird as your heart desires.
Be as weird as your heart desires, free of societal fires. If I did what they said I’d surely be dead, now my weirdness is sheerly desired. Calm and collected watching my silly reflection. ev…
Source: As weird as your heart desires.
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