When I say
That I am
No one special.
Just a hurting soul
Seeking out
A way to heal
What has been damaged
Over the years.
In using poetry
As one of my therapies
To do so.
Please understand
My experiences
Don't speak
For the entire
Trans-community.
Rather
An extreme end
Of the spectrum.
Where
Violence has left
It's indelible mark
In scarring us.
Whether
It be physical
Emotional
Psychological
Or sexually.
In daring
To be
Our true self.
In uniting
Our souls and bodies
As a whole.
Instead of
The fractured
Puzzle pieces
We are.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Never sought, to become, a spokesperson, for the trans-community, as a whole, with my poetry, to the cis world. Rather, as a means to heal myself, from the repressed memories of abuse, from my childhood, and later on, in my life, as I came out of the closet, as being, a trans-lesbian.
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