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. 

Final Fateful Wish (July 18, 2016)

My earliest memory

Is more than 

Thirty years old

Dating back

To my teenage years.

In wishing

My death

The previous night

As I sleep.

Instead of

Waking up

The coming morn.

Just wanting

The violence

In my life

To end.

Like the seasons

It cycles

Between passive

And active 

Suicide thoughts.

Once more

Am waiting for

The nightly wish

To come

And end this.

Therisa © 2016

God Loves, Man Hates (July 15, 2016)

Each second

The circle grows

Tighter

Like a viscous noose

Around my soul.

Every passing day

Am surprised

At my endless supply

Of tears.

Growing heavier

In volume.

Wondering

Will this pain

Ever end?

At what started

As a small trickle

Has become

A raging river

Of blood and tears.

Covering everyone

Regardless

Of one's ethnicity

Nationality

Religious views

And gender.

Shall we

Be able to

Move beyond

Our hatred.

In embracing

Each other

As brothers 

And sisters.

Thus

Showing love

Isn't limited

Just to God

Alone.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Dedicated to, all victims of violence, wherever, you live. 

Yes, I am aware, that the title of this poem, is very similar, as the graphic novel, X-Men: God Loves, Man Hates, published by Marvel Comics. For many years, growing up, I found refuge, in the pages of X-Men comics, allowing me, a place to dream and hope for, a better future, from the violence plagued years of my childhood and into adulthood.