Perhaps I’m coming to terms
with who I am.
Finally.
Having never dared to dream that someday,
I could. That someday I would.
Learn to love who I am. That despite myself, I could say, that yes I do love who I am.
That somehow I would actually prefer to be, the way I am.
Some days I could cry, from the power of how it makes me feel.
To finally believe myself when I say these things, about myself.
I am transgender, and I love it. What I feel is me, has finally broken through. No longer will I play your fucking reindeer games. I will walk where I want, without your condemnation.
Your judgment.
The shame is yours if you are unable to adjust.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Poets
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