Dare to believe

When the truth walks in
no one believes it
like nobody needs it
like its just a lie
though it’s actions display
that the world is in clear view
as it clearly states
the truth is on its face
but still you look away
won’t believe that it is real
the facts counter how you feel
so the truth is not what it seems
only few truly know what it means
but that’s not the case,
no, it’s no mystery
sometimes the truth
is in the majority
it walks into the room
in full view
shouldn’t be shocking-it announced
it’s next move.

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The time to process morning coffee

When do you say stop?
Do you hesitate
beyond the sweet spot-
too much sugar
or not enough?

How long before
you say when?
Do you expect
to be asked again
or do you just pray
you open your lips?
When you don’t-
how do you deal with this?

How long before you say
no
will you speak or
can you reap what you sow?
Who is responsible
when nobody moves
the evil stays the same
but you refuse to choose
the ultimate undoing
is in the past you can’t
redo.

Trail v Witch hunt

Everybody loves a witch hunt
helps get rid of all those feelings
every fear you have been feeding
it gives a body to those nightmares
all the darkness we do not dare
ever name it-cause we’re too scared
but then we hunt the witches
burn them down
point our fingers-no way out
tied to the cross
by just a word-titled, labeled
and now your burnt
everybody loves a witch hunt
it’s all catharsis
with no real fuss
of ever learning what the truth was
in the accusations read
it’s twenty years after-
now off with their heads!

Let me show you

Let me show you how it’s done
sit down quick we have begun
I don’t lecture I merely teach
preach the right way-you must believe
I won’t break down-not again.
You should prepare to read my lips
I am the one that you should dread.
Let me show you how to live
you will reap what you give.
Pretend to be a saint
but hold no truth
you will suffer, you will lose.

Rose petals fall

Break me further
this I chose
broken fever
my weakness grows
you show defiant
my mind explodes
if I am quiet
will our love show.
How many silent
sobs will sing
the old reliable
melody
I don’t belong here
not the same
can you really love me
and forget my name?
Whenever in need
call to the wind
apparently this suffering
erases anothers within
this is the sorrow
that which can’t show
do I belong here
or am I alone.

 

I wore pants to church

I remember the days
when I had to wear a skirt to pray
those jumpers my dismay
but I wore them to school anyway.
I remember the days
confused by what I saw
not even four foot tall
not sold on what I was taught
one day I just woke up
saw it for what it was
and said I’d had enough.
I remember the day
I wore pants to pray
the nuns stopped me in my tracks
but I never once looked back
told them to call my parents
my mother on their side-the merits
of properly dressed females
but my father stood by my details
told him of my discomfort
that I refused injustice
that I would pray in pants
and he told them again my stance.
I remember the days
that I knelt down to pray
God on my shoulder always leading the way.
I remember the days-
Catholic memories
of standing up to nuns
and living comfortably.
I remember the days
only a little girl at play
when I changed the system
never needing permission
just God’s little vixen.

I still got you

Never say I didn’t tell you so
everything little thing
that you wanted to know
every last mistake
you never wanted to grow
but you can’t fucking say
I never told you so.
Come to me like I’m your therapist
then you can’t recall the time
that I put in-all my wages paid
in past percents
everything I got was gone by then.
Never, ever tell me I didn’t
tell you so
I saw all your mistakes before
you hit the road
speak my mind, but speaking gets old
when no ones listening
and speaking gets you in trouble
when the truths in sync
no one ever wants a friend
who goes that deep
so now I’m just a ghost
you forget about me
but never, ever, forget just one thing
I know of all your demons and fucked up deeds.

Trans is beautiful

If you’re gonna do it-
do it right.
Turn that symptom into life-
don’t grieve that diagnosis-
just put that dress on tonight-
cause if you’re gonna do this shit-
do it right.
Don’t forget it’s a delusion but
embrace the brains solution
and turn that defect into movement!
Paint that face, move with grace,
perfect that bitchy kinda pout-
the most beautiful trans women
know this without a doubt:
that they are men but live in costume
knowing who they are
with or without you
and
that claiming you’re a real woman
simply makes you unstable.
The most beautiful trans women
do mental illness just right
looking like a dream
you’ve had most of your life.