My friend on facebook used to play a game with haiku, where you keep on going with the last sentence of that last haiku. She wrote: Their cold prejudice Will not stop us enjoying Our family of choice. By Cathy Green ♥♥♥ More Poems I Have Written Since Emancipating My True Gender ~.V.~
You call this evolved? You are a fool! With your invention of sex, you erased an entire class of people. Ancient people accepted what you denied. Indigenous people accept what you deny! We have existed since the first humans have walked the Earth I have seen the past, I have read what they wrote. I… Continue reading Poem: Systemic Erasure of a Class of People
When I faced the streets alone I looked up into the Florida winter sky The stars seemed further away than usual God nowhere to be found in my heart I thought I was alone I now know God was there but not at the time just darkness you see, boys don't cry... or do they?… Continue reading Poem: When I faced the streets alone
She died so that I could live. Her spirit literally moved over in surrender and in peace. Do you get what I just told you? † My son was told she would be gone by 2015. His spirit guide was right. Our kids now have two dads. I never dreamed as a woman. †… Continue reading Poem: Her, him and me.
We both felt like we were from another world. You on one side of the country, and me on the other. And we would not know it until half our lives were over. You would be born a decade before me. Sharing with pride to all your friends your genitals from another world. All… Continue reading Poem: When two lonely aliens become brothers
They broke you. They broke me. We sit here together all broken. We are both bleeding, and yet you attack me. They taught us to hate ourselves. So you attack me some more. What else would we expect from the broken? Yet, I refuse to fight you. I see why you… Continue reading Poem: Our Broken Intersex Community
You were told that you were born a male. In one photo you wear a beard. You complain people use incorrect pronouns thus misgendering you. I only see a stunning woman. Supposedly you were born female. In one photo you wear makeup. You complain people use incorrect pronouns thus misgendering you. But, I only… Continue reading Poem: I see Your Soul | By F.I. Goldhaber
A healthy baby was born this fine afternoon… To two grateful parents who lived by the lagoon. There was a flutter of activity when they thought that the baby wasn’t healthy at all. Doctors were sought from all over the country… To see what was wrong with this fine healthy baby. One doctor said: “the… Continue reading Poem: Born Purple By Er. Andrea V. Boisseau
I I am not alone. There are many of us. As common as redheads and green eyes. N Non-binary is the future. End this binary myth, please. T Thank you for including us! LGBTQIA+ E An Evolution is happening & our world is accepting all body types. R Reality is we exist even if your… Continue reading Poem: June Pride when Born Intersex.