PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT :D HI!!! Here is a kinda long poem I am very proud of! It talk about an experience I had with a transphobe. Also, except for the first and last stanza, the rhyming pattern is ABAB :D Please love and fav to show ur support! TW// some light violence, and transphobic stuff
Transphobes The dead-naming, and misgendering hurts me like a punch to the gut I feel it in my stomach when you say she/her even after I’ve corrected you I’ve told it’s he/they, but you don’t listen Instead you continue, and keep on dissin’ Like a slap on the side of my face, That makes my eyeball wiggle, I feel you insult me and throw me a mace The feelings, mad and sad, they mingle Hey listen, I like to see my friends But I hate to feel you hit me I don’t want my friendship to end But maybe this’ll help me be free It hurts me when I hurt you But the anger wells up inside and I must attack I throw my hand at you, tell you to stop saying what’s not true But then you continue, and I am not backed A hate hitting you, but then again I feel satisfaction You truly do deserve it, I think Me hitting you, is no different from you saying those things, splitting me into fraction(s) You say I like long hair, and pink That isn’t me, that is a stupid lie Forced upon me at birth No matter how brave I get, or how hard I try You, a man who faces no oppression, tell me how little I’m worth My brain don’t hear you, but my heart does My mind rejects you, but my feelings listen I throw the hard buckle of my hat against your face, not thinking of what fight I might cause I really want to tell someone I want someone to hear my anger and sadness But I can’t, for that will make me in trouble, I am the one who was first dumb I was the one who acted poorly first, who started the madness Writing this brings tears I want to say something, but then I don’t If I tell, then that will bring more fears And they say they help, but I’m pretty sure they won’t Please stop telling me I don’t have *it* Please stop ignoring me working hard to stand up for me You will scare me away, into my home, isolate me, you throw me into a fit This is how I wanna be, so just try and let yourself see I’m so pi**ed I want to hit you again I wish I could, without a horrible feeling, but If I did hit flesh, I still would’ve missed I hate you so much, but I’m still sorry, sorry I sat still, I should’ve ran My friends act like it was cool, or fine “I wish I was there” they say I wish I wasn’t there, so I wouldn’t have to find this rhyme I want to get away, I wish I had skipped school today I get home and act happy My mom asks, “Was it a good day?” Then the tears come, because it was crappy I hold it in, if I say a word then trouble might come my way I acted first, I hit him first I threw the fist I hit a transphobe So then why do I feel so good and bad about it? TRANSPHOBE -Written by Echo notes: *it* is what AMABs have that AFABs don't, and my parents have suggested homeschool based on the bullying, so that is why I talk about isolation and ending friendships :D Please comment and leave a heart and star! Also, after I hit him, just so you peeps know, he hit the side of my face so hard it made my eyeball wiggle.
