I asked to keep
the lights off—
and in the pitch black
you pulled me in
Trans people often say we feel as if
we are trapped in the wrong body.
It is a metaphor we invented,
so that language (and people) will let us in.
We ask a lot of our children
To contend with our problems
the baggage we carry
the damage we bring
The truth is never pretty
but it must
Come.
Out.
Every night I cry myself to sleep tears that no one sees
no one hears
always..
There are no words for the despair of the
V A C U U M
The empty girl opens her mouth
And there is nothing there.
Why is there steel in your blood, brother? Who did this to you? Who taught you how to trespass? To turn my soft eyes hard.
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I am taped and glued and strung together
And pieces of me keep breaking off until
I don’t think I can fall apart much more