Monday, 1 October 2018

Getting The Balance Right (October 1, 2018)

Warning: Contains material that some
may find offensive.




After a week
Of revelations
In Washington D.C.
And personal discoveries.


Find myself
On a precipice
Asking:


How do we view
The #MeToo movement
On sexual harassment
And abuse?


Do we hold people
Like Judge Kavanaugh
Higher standard
Given position of power?


Are we
As a collective whole
Ready to accept
There's no excuse
For this behaviour?


I say people
This abuse knows
No gender divide.


And yes
I believe Dr Blaney Ford
In her allegations
Against Judge Kavanaugh.


Looking back
Kicking myself
So blind-missing this
My own #MeToo experiences.


Innocent seeming
Comments and jokes
Pejorative putdowns
Attacking identity/self-worth.


Feeling powerless
Protest to management
Be labelled antisocial
Affecting reviews/pay increases.


Came out transwoman (August 2006)
Small warehousing company
Mostly male employees
Quit-March 2007.


Stressful time
Buried deep
With other events.


Bitterly sighing
Fighting acidic tears
PTSD flashbacks.


Feel so dirty/violated
Nothing can scrub
This strain away.


Never told anyone
Dark secret
From the 1980s.


Two particular bullies
Throughout their attacks
Made homosexual comments.


Implying
I wanted oral sex
Never have.


With crude gestures
To groin region
Signalling sexual satisfaction
Before leaving me
Laughing.


Not sure
If we've fully understand
Paradigm shift
That #MeToo movement
Is demanding globally.


Specifically
Rejecting women (cis or trans)
As sexual object
To used and abused.


Witnessed
By the “old boy” circus
Of the Trump administration
And Republican control Congress.


But change
Is slowly coming
Addressing this imbalance
From the grassroots up.


For some
The change is
Too late.


Therisa © 2018


Author’s note: A day has past, since I wrote the above poem. Giving me, time to
reflect on the sharing of my abusive past, and the fact that I felt compelled to hide parts of it, for decades. I know, my own experiences aren't just limited to a small segment of the transcommunity, but cross over into the ciscommunity, as well. Whether or not, people want to admit to this reality. In denying that transwomen can be raped and sexually assaulted, like ciswomen are. Thus, refusing access to the healing programs available. I speak on this, my own personal experience, in being denied to a battered/abuse women program, because I'm a transwoman.


Another thing that struck me, this morning, is the way, which young boys are socialized. A
sense of entitlement that they're superior to girls, thus deserving special preferential
treatment. This strikes at the heart of the #MeToo movement, as it tries to stop this centuries
old attitude that women need/use sex to advance themselves, in the wider world.


Honestly, I don't understand, how anyone can vote for a creepy politician, like Donald Trump.
Who uses and abuses women, without a second thought, like his handling of female
reporters.


I see the #MeToo movement, as the next wave of feminism, without the stigma that feminism
currently has, in many segments of society. Realistically, the opening salvos from the
#MeToo movement, have been successful in removing blatant abusers, from their position of
power. The next and hardest step, is reeducating people to move beyond sexualized of
others, and accept based upon merit and ability.


FYI: This poem is part of a 4 poem set that I have completed, from September 27-October 1,
2018. Exploring some of the issues, I have to/have faced, in regaining mental health
equilibrium, as I walk my healing journal.


Truthfully, I have serious doubts about posting these poems, given the personal nature and
how people will react to them. Especially, as the #MeToo movement has primarily focused
on ciswomen experiences, ignoring what transwomen are facing on the daily basis, in the
workplace and elsewhere. As some feminists have expressed very transphobic attitudes
towards transwomen and the transcommunity. Last thing, I want to do, is spread this
fight into other forums, hurting innocent bystanders.

Written for Poets United’s midweek motif, using the word prompt: balance.

My Story, Part 2 (September 30, 2018)

Warning: Contains material that some may find offensive.

People will say
I'm bandwagon jumping
#MeToo movement.

Realizing
I've experienced
Sexual harassment
Without knowing it.

Often
Joking manner
Putting me down
Derogatory remarks.

Criticized
Too thin skinned
Told lighten up-laugh.

My existence/thoughts
Don't matter
Beyond the punchline.

Worse
Sexual taunts
Intermixing physical blows
Accompanying motions
Pantomiming oral sex.

As if
I wanted them
This sexual manner
I don't.

Laughing-leaving me
Crying battered wreck
They head home.

Silenced memories dismissed
Another trans-bashing
Experienced.

Therisa © 2018

Becoming A Survivor (September 29, 2018)

Bed of dirt
My soul lies
None see
But me.

No matter
Baths/showers taken
Never comes clean.

Past-want erased
Permanently.

Gaping hole
Yearning
For closure.

Self-doubting
Second guessing
Every decision.

Wondering
If I did this
Or that
Things be different.

Internalizing anger
And shame
Physically violated.

F--king bastard!

Want to rake
Nails deep
Across your face.

Scarring you
As you’ve done
To me.

Momentary satisfaction
Never restoring
Innocence lost.

Blessed
I'm not you
Letting rage
Consume me.

Holistically
Healing myself
At own pace.

Having learned
The hard way
No rushing healing.

Crossing Hell
Traversing valleys
Of tortured souls
Reaching this point.

Knowing this
Whatever relationship
Forever dead
By your actions.

As your excuses
Ring bitterly hollow
To this battered
But healing soul.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: In August 2007, I broke all contact with my younger brother, as I told him that he was dead to me. For the previous 3+ decades, he made my life, a living Hell. Various times, he physically, emotionally and verbally attacked mom and I. To the point, he is part of the reason that I have PTSD, depression, and anxiety disorders.

Butterflies: Eye Of The Beholder (September 29, 2018)

Grace epitomized
Wings glistening
Summer's daylight.

Gentle sigh
Wind’s movement
Between wings.

Fragile beauty
Deceitfully strong
Naked eye.

Flight-ballet solo
Agility personified
Long distance.

Hope symbolize
Beating odds
Crushing others.

Majestic transformation
Brightening lives
By existing.

Therisa © 2018

My Story (September 27, 2018)


July 1, 2018
Twelfth anniversary
Healing process started
Mom rejecting me
As her daughter.

Decades
Previously lived
Life of denial
About abusive/bullied past
And who I am.

Internalizing
Pain and shame
Associated with abuse/bullying
Behind porous mental walls.

Suffering
Abject silence
Mental health crisis.

Paralyzing flashbacks
Tsunamis of uncontrollable rage
Crippling body and soul
Reliving brutal memories
Thought forgotten.

People ask
“Why didn't you tell someone?”

I did
Damn it!

Told
Stand up
Defend myself
Punished-doing so.

Or
Warned to silence
By a parent.

Else
Ignored
When help sought.

Any wonder
Most cases of abuse/bullying
Never get reported
Given these reactions.

As if
Collateral damage
On life's highway
Like roadkill
Pushed to the shoulder.

Viewed
Never observed
By passing drivers.

Not wanting retraumatization
In a hostile environment
A court case/civil suit
Would involve.

Attacking every aspect
Of my life
By the legal system
In its adversarial nature.

Regardless
Statute of limitation
Have expired.

Never shall
These memories
I have lived
Ever be denied
Again.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: As I write this poem, the U.S. Senate is holding a Judiciary Committee hearing into allegations that Supreme Court justice nominee Judge Brett Kavanaugh had sexually abuse a woman, while in high school, at a house party. Before recommending his candidacy be voted on, by the Senate, in an up and down manner.

Personally, I believe Dr Blasey Ford and the other women, who have come forward with their experiences, regarding Judge Kavanaugh. Facing personal attacks from total strangers that amount to abuse and criminal harassment. Something, I don't have the internal courage to do so.

Some will argue that the events of high school and university, shouldn't dictate, how we view Judge Kavanaugh’s appointment to the U.S. Supreme Court. Problem is, it does. There is too much at stake, to let this be dismissed, as boys being boys. For we're responsible for our actions, regardless, of our age, when they happened. There is no excuse for any type of abuse.

Should Judge Kavanaugh win the nomination to the U.S. Supreme Court, it'll mark a huge step backwards for the United States. If so, I hope the Republicans lose control of the Senate and House of Representatives. Trump needs a counterbalance to his destructive policies.

FYI: I have chosen Tori Amos’ Crucify (1992), as she sings about her own rape experience. I know, I have experienced similar feelings about my own abusive/bullying past. Thank you, Tori, for so elegantly expressing the pain that many abuse survivors live with.

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