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Transition
Gianni Elcuri 2/15 Part 1 I am not a cosmetic Surgery. I change lives of many. When gender and sex Don’t match, I am there. When your voice is High, I make it Low. I am not a cosmetic Surgery. I save lives of many. When you know something Isn’t right, I fix it. When you have a flat Chest, I bump it up. I am not a cosmetic Surgery. I change people for Who they should Be. I give them the lives They should have Had. Part 2 Thick, midnight, Curly hair Chopped short. Sweet smelling fragrances Dissolve and form Masculine, musky scents. The sugar coated Lies, Turn into the bitter Sour Truth. Agonizing wails Escape The mouth No more laughs and giggles. Just the revolting authenticity. Black clouds swallowing You up at night Because this is NOT Who you are. Part 3 16) I am a transgender boy. Go live with that Hood rat. That nigger. I can’t stand you. 15) You don’t belong here. You’re a disgrace to this family. Get out of my house 14) You’re going through a Phase. You’re trying to be like Everyone Else. You. Are. Not. Gay. 13) Stop Shut up. You can’t be real. You’re gay?! That’s gross. 12) Why would you post that? You’re an embarrassment. God. What are people going to Think of my parenting? 11) Why can’t I Have that toy? I want it. Mommy says it’s for Boys. But, I am a boy. 10) NO! You’re going to wear that skirt, Gianna. NO MOMMY! 9) Mommy can you Get me this? Put that away, Gianna. Why? Because Dinosaurs are For boys. But Mommy, I am A boy. No you’re not. 8) 7) 6) 5) This is you’re big day, babe. It’s the first day of school! But, Mommy Why do I have to wear a dress? Because baby, you’re my Beautiful Little Girl. 4) 3) 2) 1) She looks like a Boy. 0) Congratulations. It’s a Girl. |
Justice
By Whitney Breland Peace Shouldn’t we all be getting it? But some just try to fit in with the others who have Nothing to do better in their lives but judge While you’re along the halls smiling They’re walking holding a grudge Some things you can’t help Color of skin, religion, just the way you look While they’re focusing on you, you’re just focusing on your books Something they should be doing, maybe every day Instead they’re always looking, trying to find something to say You can’t even focus in school They’re too busy trying to find the next joke to crack Oh he won’t pass this class or graduate, he’s too black Don’t let him in this school he’s going to kill us all for fun Because he’s white you think in his book bag he has a gun? He’s racist, she’s racist, that’s always the main topic How about we just shut up, end it, and stop it I Have a Friend
By Ashaliegh Carrington 3/15 I have a friend whose smile lights up a room And a personality almost as caring as Mother Teresa’s She puts everyone’s needs before her own But she almost took her life for not talking about how she actually felt. I have a friend who is nice with a mean side Both selves struggling for power in her mind Then a little something called weed came on by I told her, “You’ll die if you keep doing this!” She simply said, “You don’t really need brain cells to live anyway.” I have a friend who didn’t want to come out He believed that everyone would judge or even hurt him Even his own parents worried he’d go to hell When he came out he was welcomed with open arms That boy has been happy ever since I have a friend who was lost in love He couldn’t live without it as if it were some sort of miracle drug He would try again and again Until he would find someone to fill his heart with love I have had close friends that have come and gone They all want to tell their story of being hurt and betrayed Until I decided I would speak for them This poem isn’t to show bad choices or mistakes made along the way This is a poem for the strong that just can’t be brave. Black Problems
Lauryn Darden 2/15 This for the mothers who raised our black men This is for the men who dislike black women This is for the women who argue over their skin This is for the brothas who are killing their own, with no remorse for their sin These are our black problems And if we can’t even acknowledge them, we won’t blossom We will remain in evident ignorance if we don’t start making a difference 1. To all the beloved black queens Who bestowed the knowledge and the means To your soon-to-be black kings Instilling in them more than what society brings To be beyond the thoughts of them – The thief, the nigga, the killa – And to prove to this world they too can be amazing men I’m sorry Because when your son sees a woman like you, they act chary You raise your son with no neglect Yet they show this disrespect We will remain in evident ignorance if we don’t start making a difference 2. I’m talking about our black light skin men Who shout, “I only like Puerto Ricans” Oblivious to the fact they’re degrading their kin I’m talking about our dark skin men Who belittle the women of the same complexion Raised by chocolate women Who gave you all the love in the world Yet you have the audacity to say “I don’t like black girls” Our amazing chocolate women Why do you defy them? The love for them should be abundant But you act quite different You’ve witnessed a pure black woman during your youth Yet you compare her to the ghetto, loud black girl with the crooked tooth There is so much more than skin and face Yet you don’t see that it’s like that with every race Eighteen years of being devoted to you Does your mother know this is your view? You should be ashamed of yourself too It was a black woman who taught you your worth Always love yourself and thank the one who gave you birth We will remain in evident ignorance if we don’t start making a difference 3. This is for our young black women Who are against each other, as if there’s competition Under the impression that lighter is better Yet all black is beautiful, don’t you remember? “Team light skin is winning” “Team dark skin is slaying” It's really quite scary to me Slowly segregating our own people, don’t you see? We will remain in evident ignorance if we don’t start making a difference 4. A black man killing a black man Thus oppression began The white man is no longer our only enemy With each other, we have lost our humanity The white man no longer has to make us bleed Because our own people are doing the sinful deed Helping each other don’t cost a thing; it’s free! We shouldn’t be at war with each other, don’t you agree? We will remain in evident ignorance if we don’t start making a difference |