More than 51 %
Of humanity
Is female.
And yet
We're treated
Like we're chattel.
To be bought
And discarded
At a whim.
On Wednesday
March 8th
We celebrate
This year's
International Woman's Day.
As a trans-woman
We're a minority
Of a minority
Within a majority.
Viewed
By some women
As a gender traitor.
Can we help it
If we're born
With a genetic defect
Between our legs.
That society see
Being normal
For a male.
Which
We are not.
Our mere existence
Is challenging
How society views
What it means
To be female.
Won't lie
There are days
It seems to be
A never ending battle
Exhausting the soul
To its core.
Despite this
More and more
Of us
Are emerging.
Regardless
Of Putin's and Trump's
Draconian actions
Against us.
Showing true love
And compassion
Towards others
Were hate reigns.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: You think, that this year theme, for International Woman Day, I would have an easy time, writing this poem, but struggled to find the right words, to express myself. As if, I was muzzled, by Putin and Trump, for being a trans-woman, who dares to speak out against the injustices committed, against my community, by these misogynistic dinosaurs, whose days are numbered, like the Pony Express.
