Usually if I make poetry, I would post it in the Poetry section, but this is more then just another poem...It's a story; It helps transgendered people, gay people--And ALL people in general! It's a story about LOVE and being ACCEPTED.
Before you read this poem, I just want to say, please don't treat this as just an poem, but an story with a open discussion; It flows and it helps those and curves others to lead to feedback, thus a story a-rays.
This poem has some bad language--You have been forewarned.
My heart hurts so much,
It feels like broken shards;
Acceptance by the one I love,
Would mean so much...
...But time passes by...
And it feels like a sin,
To be me,
Today or tomorrow--
It doesn't matter!
I know I won't be accepted,
But wishing doesn't hurt, right?
My soul feels like its pierced to a medallion,
Where it has been tugged and melted upon,
And that its been abused, used--
Also with the feeling I can't choose;
People make mistakes,
And according to relevance,
You get marked up in a book that counts as an sin,
Or get marked up with good praise!
But what I choose to do...
And how I wish to be...
Shouldn't be damned upon like it's a sin!
Acceptance is something every human experiences,
In some form or another...
And just like any other person in the world,
I want to be varied to acceptance,
And be passionate with ashes to dust,
To be covered with a blanket of iron;
To harden the pain,
...To zap away the insecurities!
It's all an tortured progression...
That leads to no where but hurt,
I'm just wishing for acceptance!
And to be poured with raining trust,
Flip the dollar coin,
And look at the other golden side...
Cause my life isn't that great!
It smells just like ->-bleeped-<-,
To be honest,
Now is that a sin or an crime?
So people before you judge me,
On my hair, my walk...
My talk, my face, my voice, my beauty...
My everything in all,
Don't call me a hooker,
Nor a tramp,
Or even a ->-bleeped-<-...
I'm equal to all,
I'm equal to men...
Everyone deserves the right to be equal to their next of kin!
Before you take a step on the balance,
And say I am the one in the sin!
Look deep inside yourself and let the weight of the scale weigh in,
It'll show all of your skin's deep sins,
You're not a perfection,
Or even close to it;
Neither am I...
So why do you have to get on my case?
My heart's blood flow stings in huge amounts of pain,
It feels like a shattered puzzle;
Being accepted for me!
Would mean so much...
...But time breezes by...
And it feels like a sin,
To be me...
To have a life...
To be different...
To being unique...
But what hurts the most,
And feels like a sin,
Is not being accepted...
From the tip of my brain,
To the sides of my heart,
To the love I have for one another...
And the courage to believe what I saw.