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rosebud-poet · 1 year
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[Black text on a white background that reads:
my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,
my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 
my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,
my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,
my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]
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raw-opossum · 4 months
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My dad handed me a bag of fig bars he made at home, because I told him I liked them last time he made them.
He still gets pissy with my mom in front of me. He still snaps at my sisters for being kids. He still makes me feel tense when I walk into the same room as him. I still think about how he told me killing myself would be selfish, how could I even think to do that. I stopped telling them things about myself by the time I was 13.
My dad handed me 5 dollars to get a burger, because I rejected the offer to get one with them today. Just said "here you go, go get a burger." And then they left.
Love is homemade fig bars and 5 dollars for a meal. Love is also taking the time to make those you care about feel better. To take the time to know them.
I have a dad, but I don't have a father.
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tommy2020 · 5 months
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I’m a boy and I kiss other boys.
I’m a boy and I was not born a boy.
I’m a boy and I use unconventional pronouns.
I’m a boy and I want to live as a boy.
I’m a boy and I want to be free to say that out loud.
I’m a boy and I want to live without fear of being hurt.
Just like the other boys.
My friend is a girl and she likes boys.
My friend is a girl and she was not born a girl.
My friend is a girl and uses she/her.
My friend is a girl and she wants to be called a girl, not a slur.
My friend is a girl and she should be allowed to live as a girl.
My friend is a girl and she shouldn’t be assaulted because she is a girl.
Just like the other girls.
My sibling is nonbinary and they like every gender.
My sibling is nonbinary and they were not born that way.
My sibling is nonbinary and uses whatever pronouns they feel like.
My sibling is nonbinary and wants to be perceived as a person too.
My sibling is nonbinary and should be allowed to choose what they call themselves.
My sibling is nonbinary and shouldn’t be shoved under the rug because their gender identity “doesn’t make sense”.
Just like other people.
WE ARE PEOPLE.
TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS.
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apoetsichor · 1 year
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A Snowflake...
A snowflake...What a funny little name. A snowflake, That's what I am to them, Harmed by the faintest of breaths. I need to be catered to, that's what they say.
I find it strange, that despite what they say, I float through a storm of fire, finding myself, through good and through bad. I am able to be 'a snowflake', so dainty and delicate, and I do not deny that, yet I have cuts and bruises bigger than their egos. I have divides in my mind they would never be able to fathom. I float through their fiery shitstorm despite my dainty and delicate disposition. I endure despite all the pain and the ache I have endured.
And despite the flames of hate and prejudice, I am still here...
Maybe I'm a speck of dust instead...
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hello-is-anyone-there · 10 months
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My life isn't meant for a job I'm meant to make art, write, and be pretty
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atomicraft · 2 months
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TRANS COWBOY COLLAGE CAN I GET A YEEHAW 💥🏳️‍⚧️💥🏳️‍⚧️
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kaseykei3485 · 4 days
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Does anyone want a cute twans girl to hangout with ?
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pinkobsessedfreak · 10 months
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just got top surgery call me neil perry bc i did the most exciting thing in the world and didn't tell my parents
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patricidemutual · 2 months
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happy trans day of visibility
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hiddenjane · 3 months
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Poetry and picture by hiddenjane
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mysidaesm · 7 months
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I am a fawn. I am a fae. I am the leaves in a thriving forest, the angry waters of the sea. I am the clouds, the burning stars above. I am warmth on cold nights. The moon to guide your way. I am ever changing, but always the same. I am rage and comfort, hatred and kindness. I am a warrior, a peacemaker. An anarchist, a pacifist. I am me, unashamedly me.
But for simplicities sake, I am nonbinary.
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raw-opossum · 4 months
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I am sat behind you but I do not speak
My breath is silent
I've been staring at you for a while, observing
You look my way
We lock eyes
You look right through me
I blink and you're turned back from me
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I am sat behind you but I do not speak
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latexcowb0y · 8 months
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aceysun · 3 months
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I will always identify in some way with women, even though I am not a woman, I know what it is to be one in the eyes of a man. I know what it is like to be taught to fear men before being able to read, and to before being able to vote understanding why.
I often think of all the women who came before who gave me the rights i have today, the women who made it possible for me to read and to vote.
and I think of the women who will some day only learn those things and never why to fear men.
because even though I am not a woman, I know what it is like to be one in the eyes of a man. And that, my dear, is the worst place to be a woman.
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crepuscular-coyote · 1 year
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Fuck your fascism
Pride started as a riot and I will fight alongside my queer siblings
Protecting our future with our hands and teeth and claws
I stand in the blood of cops and howl in grief for queer lives lost
You cannot take this joy from us
I will never stop being me.
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atomicraft · 2 months
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[cw mentions of transphobia + violence]
wrote a poem for tdov 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️
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