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dear quinn,

it's okay
to tell people

how to make
you feel
okay.

they'll call you
by the right name
and the right pronouns.

and if they don't,
they will have lost
a part
of what it is
to be
human.

and that isn't
your fault.

love,
quinn
 Mar 2020 Someday
worm
tired so tired why can’t i just be a woman why can’t i just be comfortable with she why can’t i just be ok with “girl” why can’t i look at pictures with long hair and dresses and recognize a person why do i have to see my body  bare and uncovered and feel sick why can’t i say the words even to myself.

my identity is based around likeability and avoidance of change i can’t even say i am it’s all “i think” “i might” “maybe i’m” when i know ******* well that i am or at least what i sure am not
and the thought of requesting people to call me something different or even make a change known makes me want to hurl and i can never find the words or the courage so i must continue hearing even my closest friends go on using She and Girl and even the few who know even the only one who knows in person who has expressed full support and willingness to change who has loved me before and will not stop i am afraid to ask to use different words



am i so destined to suffer? will i face this fear and challenge for ever? will i ever be able to look at my chest and torso and not be filled with disgust and will i ever be able to loudly and proudly assert who i am? never have i been ashamed but will i ever allow myself to be Proud?
i was struggling with my gender a bit last night and wrote this.
 Mar 2020 Someday
S Kim Nguyen
do you remember, sweetheart,
    the night I broke in
and painted the wall outside rose-colored?
through the tiny window,
    you stared at my handiwork
with shining eyes.
though there was a wall between us
    I felt you shudder into becoming,
handcuffs trembling on your wrists.
trembling, trembling,
    then dropping with a clang
as you exploded into stardust.
in the shimmering emptiness of your cell
my seashell ears
echoed anxious music
but I breathed you into
    weightless lungs
and felt the longing of mother sky
For my old high school sweetheart. We struggled with our gender identities together in high school but this poem is based on a moment where we felt free of all that.
 Mar 2020 Someday
Gabriel Dorian
In my highs and hues,
In my search of who’s and whose,
As I felt the grasp of an end
By the pens which tend
To pour all inspiration
Into a composition

As I linger and watch
The bright summer’s hatch
It so happened, I came across a person
It  just so happened, that I felt so strange
As if I have never lived,
‘Til that very day

As she walked with grace,
She turned this soulless place
Into a dream
With such a scheme
As she waved her hands of glory,
She made a fantasy,
As if it was not real
As if I were to enter a deal

I suddenly pondered how one single meeting,
Can change my life’s setting
She caught my attention
She astounded my vision
I felt like I knew her
In another time —time before us
Could she be my soul mate?
Well, I just couldn't ask her on a date
I didn't personally know her
I just know that we are to meet once more

Then I knew, I have to know
The girl who always said “No.”
But then I knew that girl,
Way like the back of my hand
I wished to have a little infinity
With her
For we brought by serendipity

Yet in the deepest wretch,
We lurked
Yet the deepest emotion,
We felt

Yet it was in the stars,
Which took fault
Yet in the stars,
We blamed,
But perhaps Shakespeare was
Undeniably right
That the fault in our stars was not of might
For it was our fault
By which we blame the stars
Yet in the stars,
We chose to adhere
And revere
Yet in the stars,
We felt pain
Which insisted to be felt
But in the stars,
We had a little infinity,
We were star crossed lovers
Yet in the veil stars,
We fathomed
Something we thought we never would
Yet in the stars,
We kindled our love, hope, aspirations and desires
Yet it was the stars
Which witnessed
Yet beneath the stars
We fell in love
Yet in the stars,
Oblivion didn't matter
Yet in the stars,
Daunt didn't enclose our hearts
Yet in the stars,
We felt —grand.
This poem was inspired by Ms. Angeline Patricio, who once  held a very special part of my heart and the whole of my hypothalamus and John Green's "The Fault In Our Stars.", this I dedicate to her.
 Mar 2020 Someday
Lillian May
Be gentle with us.
please.
or not
it's your call
but keep in mind that we as poets
we feel too strong
which is not to say that that is wrong
we don't ease into love, we quickly fall
we love like we're dying
we live like we're small
but in our minds.
in our minds we are flying

we feel everything at once
you wouldn't think it by looking
looking at our normal fronts
a disguise, a charade
but prey don't believe a masquerade
a poet can be but anyone
existing silently
a poet can be but everyone
existing violently
we all make up stories
we're all acting to a degree
so things aren't so different
no not so different you and me

we notice the quirks
we notice the nothings
if you meet a poet then you should believe
you should know that we
we love what we see
and appreciate all forms of beauty
for to us imperfect is lovely
perfect doesn't exist
we have those markings on our wrist
of all the awful places we've been to we kissed
we've kissed the devil when we went
to hell and back again

so now that you have been informed
that a poets heart is easily scorned
knowing we feel deeply
knowing we feel more
more than we really should I've warned
we don't just love a person when we fall
we love their whole world
we love it all
and when we're hurt it is hard to trust
and thus
please.
Be gentle with us.
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