Inspired By Buzzfeed
Yes, I may be transgender.
But that does NOT mean you can treat me like a second class citizen.
That does NOT mean you can fire me because of who I am.
That does NOT mean I am going to peep on your children in the bathroom.
Yes, I may be transgender.
But that does NOT mean you can define my worth by how well I "pass" as my gender.
That does NOT mean you can bully me.
That does NOT mean you get to tell me if I'm attractive or not as the gender I want to be.
Yes, I may be transgender.
And that means I am BEAUTIFUL.
A Tangible Anxiety
She makes believes her house has new walls and creates allegories about rotting foundations. In her mind mildew crumbles at her feat and the stench of disillusion is so thick in the air she cannot breathe. She has never seen these wall, but she pretends that there are terminates nesting in them. They come out while she sleeps and crawl into her ears, breeding in the crevices of her brain. They feed on her will. She calls countless exterminators, but they look at her like she's lost her mind. There are no walls, there are no termites, it is all in her head. The stench of disillusion is so thick in the air she can not breathe, mildew is growing on her body, it starts on her feat. She begins to imagine that the walls are stretching, they have created a labyrinth around her that she cannot escape. The termites are back. They are nesting in the walls. If she stills long enough she can feel their babies teething on her brain.
She Locked Herself Inside Her Mind, Now There is no Escape
Her veins bled onto the page
Spilling secrets
Hidden under lock and key
A solemn song
Etched into these walls
Crumbling
Tumbling down
Falling rain
Slowly drips
From her face
Smearing ink
Staining skin
Hardened by time
Like her mind
That refuses to let them in
Though they are knocking
Kicking
Slamming
Trying to pry
But no matter how hard they try
She remains inside
A prisoner
Inside herself
Burdock and Bismuth
Bury me in cotton
Steal my spirit away
Lay me in the cold sea
Rob me of life today
I don't want to feel anymore
Take these emotions from me
The pain in my head
My heart
My hands
Please just set me free
This blood on my face
Mingling with vibrant paint
Red on blue on yellow
Their gorgeous, discordant taint
I suffer in my beauty
I am stunning in my pain
But do not mistake
My empathy for apathy
For your judgement is all in vain
I care not what you think of me
Of what you say behind my back
Because a smart cobra
Will wait until your back
Is turned
To make its lethal attack
Songs of 2014
January: Scream With Me
(Mudvayne)
February: Palabras de Papel
(Nelson Poblete)
March: Wasted On You
(New Kids On The Block)
April: Love Me Dead
(Ludo)
May: Bangarang
(Skrillex)
June: By My Side
(David Choi)
July: You're vs. Your
(Mac Lethal)
August: In Her Eyes
(John Groban)
September: Run to You
(Pentatonix)
October: Shut Up
(Simple Plan)
November: Oh No!
(Marina and The Diamonds)
December: Seven Nation Army
(The White Stripes)