Showing posts with label Societal stigmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Societal stigmas. Show all posts

Saturday, 30 June 2018

United - Strong (June 24, 2018)

Overhead
Gathering storm clouds form
The darkening sky mirrors
A troubled soul
Seeking answers and safety.


While neither exist
Beyond a brief moment
Like a lightning flash
In the distance horizon
Before vanishing.


Sudden downpour
From the heavens above
Like long suppressed tears
Held in check
Soak the parched land
Needing fluids and healing.


From a world that views it
Visible sign of weakness
By a diseased soul
In need of correction
At any costs.


Destroying the soul
That's fought over
In the healing process
Vainly preserving
Society's false status quo.


At what price
Does the cost outweighs
The cure’s end?


As the coroner pulls away
Loaded with the remains
Of another victim
From society’s homophobia
And racism.


Therisa © 2018

Author's note: I started writing this poem, on the rainy Sunday morning of Toronto's Pride parade (June 24, 2018). As they honour the 8 confirmed gay male victims of alleged mass murderer, Bruce McArthur. While Toronto Police Service say, there may be more victims and charges, before the investigation is done.

Another poem for this year’s  Pride Poetry.


Thursday, 7 June 2018

Just Being Me (June 7, 2018)

Throughout the years
You've been my anchor
That's held me
Upright.

During those stormy nights
My body awashed
Against the rocky shores
Of life.

When Death stood
By my side
A constant companion
During the dark years.

Where gender identity
Is a littered battleground
With too many bodies stolen
Before their time.

As baby blue
And passionate pink tears
Flow together
In a bitter white stream.

Want to scream
At the top of my voice
“Fuck you assholes"
To all of society.

But know
Society will never understand
My anger and hurt
I'm releasing.

A body trapped
Between two genders
Never fully one
Or the other.

And yet
You've been
The one
I've sought out.

Knowing
The crippling barriers
Society has erected
Against someone
Like myself.

In transitioning
Like a butterfly
From the cocoon
Of my male pupa.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: I would like to remind everyone that the “T” in LGBTQ+, stands for transgender, which many people forget. When they talk about issues that affects the entire community, a whole. As if, we’re the forgotten sibling, when talking about equality for all members of the LGBTQ+ community. Please remember this, as your local community celebrates PRIDE.


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