Friday, 11 January 2019

Tiny Steps Forward (January 10, 2019)

So easily
Our tears are ignored.

As if
We don't matter
To those politicians
In power.

When we struggle
For acceptance and tolerance
Across the rainbow of life.

A courageous solitary mother
Stands alone.

Holds her sign
With proud dignity
Supporting her transdaughter
As she marches
In Toronto's Pride Parade.

Beacon of love and light
Counterbalancing
The hate and darkness
Too many of us
Have experienced.

So much
Has changed
In the past 12+ years.

For people
Like her transdaughter
And myself.

And yet
We’ve barely scratched the surface
Embracing equality for everyone.

In fighting
A transphobic/homophobic
Government of Ontario
That listens to
A regressive minority.

Who believe
Teaching students
In Sex-Ed
About gender identity
And various sexualities
Is corrupting Ontario’s children.

Never realizing
The destructive power
This ignorance has.

As we struggle
With chronic depression
Anxiety disorders
And suicidal thoughts.

One suicide
Is one
Too many.

Regardless
Of the reason
Or cause.

Realize this
More than a third
Of all transgender children
Will/have attempt suicide
Before the age of 20.

I know this
For I was
One of those children.

To do nothing
Means covering our hands
In the blood of innocence.

Therisa © 2019

Author's note: The exact numbers for transgender children and adults, are at best, a guesstimation, as there is no definite number for the population percentage that identity, as being transgender.

As some regions of Canada don't differentiate between the cisgender and transgender, when it comes to suicide, suicide attempt, and suicidal thoughts. There is no hard number for Canada. Although, various regions and provinces have individual numbers.

Being transgender, the odds are even higher that you'll experience this, especially, if you have been rejected, by your family and friends.

Thursday, 10 January 2019

Squeak and Venus (January 18, 2010)

Your presence is
Never far from me.

No matter
Where I am
Standing guard
Over my soul.

Displaying patience
Wish i had with myself
Teaching life lessons
Am struggling to understand.

Not because
Of their complexity
Rather their simplicity.

I can be
Both strong and vulnerable
At the same time.

Without being
A lesser person. 

Therisa © 2010 and 2018

For The Love Of Money (January 7, 2019)

Since 2016
Canadians have debated
Definition of gender.

As legislation
Worked its slow way
Through Parliament Hill.

Before Royal Assent
Making it
Canadian law.

Providing a transperson
With legal protection
For gender expression
And gender identity.

Gays and lesbians have
For sexual orientation
Under Canada's Human Rights Act
And criminal code.

The seventh
And successful attempt
Passing similar legislation
Through Canada's parliament.

Ironically
Strongest opposition came
From feminist groups
And Conservative Senators
To proposed changes.

Talk about
Strange bedfellows
In these two opposing ends
Of the political spectrum.

As if
Only ciswomen
Are the only victims
Of abuse and discrimination
In Canada.

Sadly
Albertan legislation
Since repealed
Meant to help
The transcommunity
Been abused.

By a cismale driver
Seeking lower rates
As renewing his insurance
After a car accident.

Stating
He had no intention
Of hurting transcommunity
With his false declaration
Being a transwoman.

Or ever
Beginning the process
Of transitioning.

Therisa © 2019

Author's note: The following links provide background information, for the above poem.




Sorry, it took so long to write this, been struggling to find the right words, to finish this, and battling depression.

A Fool's Heart (January 7, 2019)

In my mind
James is playing
Getting Away With It
(All Messed Up).

As I sit
On my bed
Trying to
Figure out.

Where did I make
That wrong turn
On the freeway
Called life.

Could've sworn
Overhead sign said
Next turn right
For true happiness.

As Princess Di’s
Faerie tale romance
Crumbles to dust
Before a watching world.

No Princess Charming
Is standing
With her magical kiss
At the bedside.

To heal the heartaches
Or bandage the wounds
Affecting our souls
By love gone wrong.

In this impossible dream
We weave around our souls
Searching for everlasting love
Between two people.

As Princess Di’s
Faerie tale romance
Crumbles to dust
Before a watching world.

Taking away my heart
Some cheap trinket
To be discarded
At your whimsical pleasure.

Not caring
About my pain
Or me
You f--king bitch.

In stealing
My hopes and dreams
I shared with you
For the future.

As Princess Di’s
Faerie tale romance
Crumbles to dust
Before a watching world.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: I blame James for this lyrical poem/pop song creation.

Editing Process (January 7, 2018)

I hear screams
Of “bleeping murderer"
Taunting me.

In removing
Those stillborn poems
That no longer speak
Or resonate.

Taking up space
As I search
For those lost poems
Seeking closure.

You think
I want to
Do this?

Destroying a sliver
Of my soul
In such a careless
Casual manner.
Marking me
A hideous killer
Deserving to be tarred
And feathered.

As angry shouts
Have accused me
Of being.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Over the past month, I have removed about 20 partial poems, from my writing file that no longer speak to me, in the need to write, or are long stale to my muse.

Thursday, 3 January 2019

Breaking The Silence (January 3, 2019)

“You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one.”


John Lennon, Imagine (1971)


Inside my mind
These words flow
In sadness.


As hate
And intolerance grows
With every passing moment
I breathe.


Where being different
Is a curse
Punishable by physical attacks
And slurs.


Where truth
Has become a
Weaponized lie.


Knowing no boundaries
Spreading its message
To an eagerly awaiting
Hateful audience.


Never mind
You're the minority
By thinking this way
To others.


You can't silence
My righteous voice
Any more.


Therisa © 2019


Author’s note: Earlier today, I found this article, in my Google News, how American hate
based politics of the alt-right, is becoming Canada's new norm.

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