Gathering Darkness (October 16, 2019)

Sea of chaos

Where answers exist

And questions

Are left unspoken.

Blurring

Knowledge

And ignorance.

People drown

In information tsunamis

Crying out

For non-existing order.

Hubris

Crowned loyalty

By the masses.

Regardless

Denying truths.

Polarizing events

Once consider

Sacrosanct.

Measured

By the death toll

Of systemic collapses

To society's most vulnerable.

Dystopian beliefs

Like a metastasized cancer

Spread throughout politics

Tainting the soul.

As graveyards grow

Row by row.

Therisa © 2019 

Janus, Would Be Proud (May 26, 2016)

They call

Themselves

Christians.

Instead of

Preaching love

As their religion

Espouses.

Pure hatred

Oozes

From their frozen hearts

Like oil

From the ground.

Sitting

So smugly

In their Sunday best

Upon the church pew.

Praying
For my soul's

Salvation.

Fake smiles

Plastered

Upon their faces.

Like a poster

Wrapped around

The telephone pole.

Advertising

The latest release

From a local indie

Group.

Hate to think

How they would

Treat me.

If I had reacted

In a disrespectful manner

To them.

Guess

They don't read

Their own religious text

In having forgotten

The golden rule.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Often wonder, how someone, who claims, to speak, in the Voice of God, can be filled, with such hatred, like many socially conservative Christians. Last time, I looked, the Christian bible wasn't filled with ignorance or pure hatred. Although, I must say, I'm not a Christian, nor pretend, to be one. Had too much religious hatred, forced down my throat, for being, a trans-lesbian.

Taking The High Road (March 6, 2016)

Excuse me

Do you feel threaten

By my very existence?

In which

I challenge

Your perception

To the core

Of your soul?

As

You find yourself

Wanting

In all areas.

Hence

Your negative response

To my poetry.

Please

Come back.

After

You've grown up

And educated

Yourself.

Maybe

We can talk.

Until then

Good-bye.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: This is, my response to, an ignorance comment, about my mental health, in calling, my poem, "The Good-bye", sign of a disturbed mind. I had thought of responding back, with a sarcastic comment, but this person wouldn't understand, what I was saying, to them, thus, simply deleted their comment.

Feeling, momentarily depressed, doesn't mean, I am suicidal or even thinking of attempting it. Over the years, I have found that some of my more emotional poetry is written, during down periods, like this. I wonder, what this person would say, about Vincent Van Gogh, or Fyodor Dostoyevsky, who both suffered from mental illness, but considered masters, of their chosen art form.

Breaking The Ice (February 28, 2016)

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Seen

That look

Upon your face

As you learn

I'm trans.

One

Of shock

And surprise.

Unconsciously

You move

A step or two

Backwards.

As if

Being associated

With me

Will condemn you

To eternal Hell

For your soul.

Forgetting

For many people

I am

Their first exposure

To a trans-person.

Although

You have seen

Our stories

And struggles

On the TV.

Or

At the movies.

Often

We're portrayed

By cis-actors/actresses

Like we don't pass

For our chosen gender.

But

If you're willing

To set aside

Your religious

And cultural stereotypes.

And share

With me

A mug or two

Of Rooibos tea

We can talk.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: My doctor's office, is one of many satellite offices, for one of Toronto's major teaching hospitals, thus, I'm usually, the first trans-person, these interns have seen, as a patient. The medical schools don't have to offer any seminars on trans health, and usually, only one session of 2-4 hours, for gay and lesbian health. Given the long history of transphobia, within the medical community, it isn't surprising, when one looks at the facts. As gender dysphoria, was once considered, by the psychiatric community, as a mental illness.