Saturday, 16 April 2016

Upon The Warpath (April 16, 2016)

Never asked
To become
A rebel.

Forced me.

And genetics.

No matter
How I try
To run away.

Am brought back
Kicking and screaming.

By a society
That systematically
Against those
Who are different.

A fact
I learn
At an early age.

In being failed
By a grade one teacher
For having
Learning disabilities.

The sad fact
Of having to fight
Just to get
The proper treatment
For my various
Mental illnesses.

In a system
Doctor knows best

Never mind
I came out
As a trans-lesbian
To a transphobic parent.

A whole new lesson
What parental love
Really means.

The transphobic nature
Of the various services
One uses
On a daily basis.

From healthcare
Food banks
To homeless shelters.

A constant reminder
Of the war
I must wage
For equality
And compassion.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Inspired, by Sherry Blue Sky's comment, on my poem, No Trannies Allowed. Only wished, my war had ended, before I picked up my weapons, to fight it.

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