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All those stares everywhere I go,
Beating and burning the back of my head.
Can you even imagine being me -
“Different”, a minority?
Everything is changing as I am
Finding out what I am made of -
Giving me unending pride and
Hope for the future world -
Inspired by equality for all.
Just look inside my soul and
Know that I am not so bad.
Look at me and understand that
My name has changed and it is
Not the same as when I was born.
Operations will transform me into the
Person I am in my heart and in my mind.
Questions from you are welcomed,
Rudeness, however, can be left at the door.
Send your bitterness and hate away to learn
That not all people are the same.
Understand that I will always love myself and
Violence will never ever be the answer
When all I want is to be accepted.
X marks the spot on our hearts when
You have decided to wholly learn to
Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll.
Zero out the cold-heartedness and
You will feel better about yourself.
X’s and O’s go to the people
Who love me for simply being me.
Victory unending goes to those who  
Understand and love each other
Through the most difficult times -
Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain.
Realize that we do not need help,
Quit telling us that we are mentally sick,
Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Oh, I hope and dream that the day is
Nearing when we are equal in each eye,
Minorities will cease to exist anymore with
Love that is pure and acceptance for all.
Knowing that each of us is not the same
Just simply goes to show that
I will never let you bring me down.
***** is not my name, never ever will it be.
Gender identity is not a choice -
Forgiveness, though, is a choice.
Educate yourself to gain knowledge.
Do not call me “dude” or ”man”,
Call me Unique, not my birth name.
By all means, you don’t have to love me -
All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
Michael Murphy Nov 2015
I've crawled, I've walked, I've run, I've hopped,
But usually I just shuffle

There was a time when I flew through the air, so they said
But that was during a scuffle

I've limped, I've hobbled, I've wheeled a chair
and then I walked with a crutch

While sledding, I flew, what a fun thing to do
But the landing, I guess not so much

I've been in a car, I've been on a plane
and of course, cause it rhymes, I've been on a train

A skate board, a scooter, a bike, and yes skis
and then on a ship, I traveled the seas

I took a bus once, but then gave it back
The promise of prison was too much to hack

I should walk with a cane but I'm really too vain
So I stumble, and fall into walls

I've driven a tractor, backhoe, and front loader
and a wagon I'm using for hauls

I've traveled a lot in the journey of life, I've even rolled in the clover
and with you by my side, we'll keep riding the ride, til the one who's in charge yells it's over
Michael Murphy Nov 2015
He was all at once, at peace.  Looking down at her, kissing his cheek, like watching a movie, he saw himself take his last breath!

Effortlessly, like on a moving sidewalk at an airport, he was moving.  His first thoughts were of amazement that there was no more pain from the cancer and that he still felt like himself.

In the distance there were three brilliant lights off to his left. They were very tiny but so familiar that he couldn't look away. As he got closer he heard his mother's voice coming from the lights.

He could now see his mother very clearly.  The odd thing was that he could see her at any age or just as light.  Like switching channels on tv he could view her as a child, a young woman or any point throughout her life.  "How is this possible?", he thought, but didn't ask.  She responded without him asking.   "The light you see is all of the experiences, knowledge, and love that I attracted in my earthly existence.  As you came closer you could feel our energies joining."
  Nov 2015 Michael Murphy
Sin
Silken touches of the softest skin
Now draped across my naked form
Lying here in passions glow
Breath now rampant
In loving time

Moans of pleasure escape her lips
Like little dropplets of tears
Falling down onto my soul
As I hold her tight against my form

A summer breeze kisses the air
As skin on skin interlock with fire
Mouths eager to lock and taste
Passion is all that prevailed

Her thighs apart and now I rest
Eutopia being the hight of life
To lay here with her
Dreams of yesterday
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