A poem addressing all unaccepting parents of transgender children

The moment you hold your newborn child in your hands

And them then something that means your whole life—

So one day

You can look down at the plant you grew and say

“I made this”…

But have you ever realized

Your child isn’t a plant

They are a tree

Their colorful blossoms and leaves shine gold

Under the broad daylight

In a flock...

He couldn’t move. Her minds force fare out numbered his own will power.

He was stuck. And he felt as if death was near.

She stalked closer, an unusual look dancing on her face.

“Do you know what you have created?” She whispered is his ear, her breath on his neck.

“I… I have created a monster!”

She smiled sadly. She knew. And she hated it just as much he did.

“Yes, yes you did. But the way I see it...

Ive created a monster

But you cant tell from her looks

She hides in the shadows

In corners, creaks, and nooks

She smiles all the time

So you dont ever know

Her thoughts are like prisoners of a crime

Trapped in the bars of her mind

She likes the fall

So she can jump in leaves

Blend in with the darkness

Of the dying trees

She runs from things shes scared of

She winces at her friends

Knowing they ...

With thoughts in my head,

and words out of my mouth,

I’ve learned they won’t like me,

even if I don’t head south.

I’ll watch my words,

they’ll still find flaws.

It’s torture, really,

while I wait for it all

to crumble,

to give them

a reason

not to hate

little old me.

But I guess

that’s how

it’s going to be.

I’ve talked too much,

I’ve lashed out just enough

for my past to define me.

My life was n...

Brewing

It is

In black pots

Boiling over each night,

And I tend to it

Stirring that twisted form in circles

Skimming the matter gathering on the thing,

That grows like a strange flower eager to bloom

And my hands linger at the beginning

Of this secret and wicked birth,

To cradle my concocted child

And nurse it harshly

With cold phials,

Until it

Screams....

I created a monster.

Who do I see?
When I look through this mirror
I see a monster, a demon
I faced a crime but cannot face the time.
What have I become?
What have I turned into?
I took his life.
In the blink of an eye, 
His life cannot be saved.
Now I live as the devils slave.
What have I turned into?...

Begin with a breath

let the air fill you

Pull the cool metal

Like no one has before you

‘A mess’

‘Filth’

Wait till they’ve seen a mess at its best

At the hest of someone finally fed up

Like staring at the sun

Like you know things have yet to become

See that ‘Mess’ come alive infront of you

Something you only dreamed in your lonesome of coming true

You’ve created a monster

I’ve created a...

Blonde hair, Blue eyes reflecting,

Innocence and a bright path, a young girl,

A younger version of myself, searching,

For her place in a vast world.

She set forth, arms wide, the spark,

In those blue eyes shining, not yet dimmed,

Oblivious to the monsters slithering beneath,

Her own skin, and the war to come....

I’ve created a monster. In my lab.

I’ve created something. It is FAB.

But I know. This doesn’t last forever.

So I savour my last bit of treasure.

Do you know what I’ve done?

I don’t know myself.

I slowly leave it on the shelf.

Mum says “AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”,

But I’m sure she meant well. I tell her to keep looking.

She says “I LOVE IT BUT HURTS MY EYES.”

I MADE A BIG………………..………...

I’ve created a monster

I sewed her together

With my needle and threads

And I pricked myself like sleeping beauty

I’ve created a monster

She keeps me up at night

Glaring at me with her brown eyes

With her perfect face

I’ve created a monster

That I know nothing about

All I know is the face

But there is no trace

I’ve created a monster

A sexual demon

A lover in the daydreams

But the nightmare at...