An Unintentional Path (March 10, 2017)

Must believe me

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. 

The Lonely Journey (June 8, 2016)

My life is

Not a fad

Like the latest

Reality TV show

On TLC.

Nor

Is it one

That lacks

Inner strength.

Having enduring

Endless rounds

Of conversion therapy

From society.

Free

Of charge.

Bless

Their little

Transphobic

And homophobic hearts.

As I hid

My true self

Deep

Within.

Until

The dormant seed

That is me

Started to bloom.

Bringing forth

An awareness

Whether or not

I want it.

In learning

To listen to

What my heart

And body

Are telling me.

A healing journey

In which

Numerous painful lessons

Have been forced

To confront.

Upon this path

I walk.

Spreading light

And knowledge

In a valley of darkness

And ignorance.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note:  As a child, growing up, I was exposed, to many violent acts, of a physical, verbal and psychological nature. Targeting me, due to my effeminate nature, as a perceived "boy", by society, that many people viewed me, as homosexual. Well, they were partly right, just the wrong gender.