Tag: friendship

Poems

Many People

There are many people

who love me.

And many people

who actively don’t love me.

Who hate me.

I’m a transexual woman.

Loud and proud.

Many people,

hetero and queer,

don’t like me and

my loud and proud way.

I honestly spend a lot

of time thinking about

these people.

What if I could do enough

kind things?

Maybe then these people

would love me.

At least appreciate and

respect me.

But I know that won’t be

the case for many of

these people.

What if I love more and more

and more?

I can love quite a bit bigger

than lots of people.

But maybe I should spend

more time

caring about the many people

who love me.

The people who love me

just as I am.

Poems

A Kyeurmic Love

I can have a Kyeurmic love
in myself
that leads me to be joyous,
giving,
charitable,
easy & patient,
exuberant,
realistic,
authentic,
forgiving,
accepting,
and
gentle
with myself.

So that I can be all this
with the many lovers and friends
I love
and respect their liberty to be
who they are with themselves
with this world
and with other lovers and friends as well.

Life is one soul with many colors.
I can live in color.

The Kyeurmic love is made for lovers.

Jhoon teethokwa dawn tathoo’way!

Poems

Some Pass, Some Pass Away

Folds of skin
sat on a plate in a friend’s kitchen.
People talked about the skin,
associated it with this friend
when its vision was requited in their memories.

Eventually, most fell out of touch
with the owner of Plate,
but never did they forget the
blooming gore
of that Georgia O’Keeffe-like
still life.
In fact,
many are reminded daily,
when they eat tortillas dipped in chili,
when chili is poured atop a hot dog,
when they fall asleep in church.

. . . “folds of skin
sat on a plate in a friend’s kitchen.
Who was that, who’s plate was that?”

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin