To Transgender People: You Matter
Keep fighting to live another day.
Sade Andria Zabala
January 23, 2017
January 23, 2017
“We are carcasses.
Untouched boxes of condoms.
We are public secrets, playground jokes, and horror films.
We are costumes, stuffing, binding and makeup.
We aren’t real men to them.
Invisible til we’re screaming.
They don’t remember our names until they read them on our tombstones.”
Untouched boxes of condoms.
We are public secrets, playground jokes, and horror films.
We are costumes, stuffing, binding and makeup.
We aren’t real men to them.
Invisible til we’re screaming.
They don’t remember our names until they read them on our tombstones.”
Tagged:
LGBTQ+ Poetry, Transgender
“Sometimes I forget that sidewalks can be safe.
Sometimes I confuse their shooting eyes for the bullet that met yours.
Sometimes I imagine the phone call my mother would get.
Can almost hear my sobbing friends.
Smell the lillies on my casket.
Touch my girlfriend’s black dress.
But brother, I am trying to be brave.”
Sometimes I confuse their shooting eyes for the bullet that met yours.
Sometimes I imagine the phone call my mother would get.
Can almost hear my sobbing friends.
Smell the lillies on my casket.
Touch my girlfriend’s black dress.
But brother, I am trying to be brave.”
Tagged:
LGBTQ+ Poetry, Transgender
“I am the coolest oppressed kid in the room—
my oppression out-oppresses all the normal gay boys.
My gay boy friends are bathroom bouncers,
guarding the men's room door while I pee.”
my oppression out-oppresses all the normal gay boys.
My gay boy friends are bathroom bouncers,
guarding the men's room door while I pee.”
Tagged:
LGBTQ+ Poetry