PrincessSappho

I breathe in the pain is      ambrosia to my spinning head spinning    gyroscope dreams of years that passed me by    before I was old enough to move on. I've tried to hang on       vaulting through space at         the speed of light desperate fingers carving      furrows of livid skin. I breathe in      the pain is goosebump shivered      relief as the reeling thoughts slow down    to a frame-by-frame nightmare

I am here because We were all little girls. And we can all change the world. Our sisters are fighting Crying and writing They know that gender Does not does not determine What is and is not. Our sisters remember What the world has forgotten The strength of the woman Is more than the womb It is the revolution, The fist, and the coup. Too many years we've stood victim, Too many daughters Have been hurt by their fathers Their mothers, their kin Too many sisters have lain Hungry, tired, and thin. Our sisters know that beauty Is more than Ana and mia size zero waists, the weight of our bodies and the perfect smile on a perf

Boundaries    are peculiar      transient          temporary. Time brings down   the tallest       strongest            wall. But the invisible boundaries   are the ones      that concern me. Obsession.   Don't get too close.   Don't touch. There is a blanket      of air            around me. And I pretend      you can't get through.            Like glass. But remember, I am not       an object o be viewed               or handled    in a museum of bodies. I am human more than another body    to be viewed by       your aesthetic sensibilities My breath rasping     my heart beating Can you hear

Most people use 'he' or 'she' based on things they can't see, like what they think is in my pants or where the hair is long or short. They don't see it runs deeper. Because being 'he' is not a lack of flesh on my chest or the person I lie beside at night. And when they worm their way in, learn my history and affinities, they give the checked box [x] male a second, wide-eyed look. [  ] female I'm not a girl. I never was, no matter those XX chromosomes and the fact my body refuses to produce enough testosterone. I'm not a freak show, a faggot or a femme boy. And I'm lots more than just another trans guy. I'm a m