I'm a trans man I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, even had some published! I recently gave up years of going 'stealth' after I felt that due to all the negativity in the media, people needed more visible trans people in their lives.
Anyway here's my poetry, some serious, some tongue in cheek, hope you enjoy.
I have a secret, well most people don't know,
I don't have to tell you, I don't think it shows,
I know that having this option is a very big honour,
I know others aren't able to, even though they wanna.
You look at me now and call me Sir,
No doubt influenced by my facial hair,
But 7 years ago you would have called me Miss,
No doubt influenced by my massive tits.
People say, because I'm gay,
I ought to act a certain way,
A little camp, a little fey.
People say, because I'm trans,
Were you born a woman, or a man?
They can't work out where I began.
People say because I'm trans and gay,
Well surely that's straight? not gay?
And try to wipe my existence away.
The scars on my chest still visible
They replaced the ones I made myself,
Decorated my left arm with slices
With a razor
Or a scalpel
Not too deep, was never that brave
But deep enough
The sound, the tear of skin
The red, the tiny buds of blood
Random pattern along the incision
All growing, getting bigger, merging, flowing
The warm line of blood finding its way to the ground, leaving a sticky tangy trail
I can smell the blood even now, can taste the metal tang
Just one cut though....
Again, slice again
This time slice three times quickly,
Then stop and watch the show again
Hurt the body that causes so much pain.
I can barely see those scars now replaced by the two on my chest.