Often wonder
When my curiosity
Gets the better of me
What my obit would say
About the person.
Who
I am
To others?
A question
I ask.
Having read
Some of the victims' lives
From the Pulse Massacre
In Orlando, Fl.
Shall I
Be remembered
As a dreamer.
Who dare
To live life
As a woman
Trapped
Within a man's body?
An educator
Who taught society
One person
At a time.
What means
To be
A transsexual
In a transphobic world.
An abuse survivor
Who is turning
Her tortured past
In something creative
And healing
For others.
A person
That others come to
In times of trouble
Who listens
To their burden
Without judgement.
As I struggle
With my own nightmares
That I have bottled up
Inside of me.
Questions
I will never know
The answers
In my lifetime.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Before people start thinking, I'm suicidal and about to take my life, please stop, and realize this, my lifespan will be shorter, than my dad's and opa's, due to mental illness and inherited genetic conditions, like diabetes and heart disease. Never mind, most trans-people, in general, have a short life, than the general public.
Personally, never thought, I would see my 30th birthday, yet alone, to celebrate my 45th one. The Pulse Massacre, in Orlando, Fl, has rocked me, to the core, like my opa's death did, on my 14th birthday, so many years ago. Although, I don't know, any of the victims, they're family, in a way, you wouldn't understand.
