Three Works of Poetry

The Life of a Snowflake

Where to start?
I am created from nothing
No, everything, everything around me
I am a conglomeration of hydration
In a state of stagnation
I form.
As I am sculpted,
My mothers womb, one as light as feathers
Grows heavy
Ready to let go of me
And deliver me to gravity
My brothers and sisters
They look like me
But actually look different
Each with their own combinations
Of Zen tangles that create their body
We all fall to gravity
As she pulls us down to the steady earth.

 

Self Loving Heart

Let’s go back to school
I know it sounds cruel
But I have some lessons that could be a tool.
For those younger than me,
I know some of you relate to me
You have feelings inside that you hate to see
But equate to how you choose to be
Or not to be.
As such I aught to be
Giving some advice in the rules of threes
In how to fight vice and be free
So listen closely.

First, Your mirror.
Objects in the mirror are prettier than they appear
You see the parts others call queer
But query if their meaning of beauty is clear.
Yes you have large knuckles, your chin chiseled
Brows bristled, leg hairs tickle, nose hairs whistle
Yes your muscles may bulk like the hulk, so full
And you may resent your Adam’s apple
But does this mean you are not beautiful?
For you are both a beauty and full

Your radiance fills your soul
Like gold you shine brighter in the sun
Not the dark where your growth will be stunned
And no direction of who you become
So be gone from your blues. Wipe away your tears
And shine proudly that pink in the mirror.

Second, Your friends
It’s easy to lose yourself and ride trends
And bend to the weight of those who pretend
They’re friends.
When really, they are fends.
Fend for themselves when stuff hits the fan
Offend yourself and say they can
Because you are in their clan
So I say can it.
And look for an alternative
You are worth more than a primitive
Desire to fit a group and be stative
You are explosive.
You need to expose this radiance locked away.
Once you do, many will throw you away
But you will encounter those who stay
And uplift those who are different, not run away

And play games to ignore their own pain.
So, refrain from those who offer chains
Retain friends who see your true colors and remain.

Third, Your time
There’s an important topic to let shine
And that’s when your life is at its prime
I’m aware of the time I’ve seen recede
Yes me in my early twenties regrets all the time
not being free.
When I was thirteen people like me were teased
And told these were bad deeds
Which I believed, and locked my inner beauty away
like a canary
Cannot wary when these thoughts are buried
But preparing me for 10 more Januarys
Of a painful hibernation.
But my message requires a migration
Impatience is potent in my transformation
Rushing to get away from my masculinization
Encrusted my soul with frustration.
For in this great migration
The best moments were in the foundations
of relations with friends and family,

And letting go to enjoy my own humanity
Relaxing, and moving slow like a manatee
This man I need to be free from, It is a cocoon
But as a human I need to relax, and listen to my tune.

With this the bell dismisses you
May meet rebellious issues
But shout loud, and persist.
For swinging fists make standing hard
And may leave all kinds of scars,
But they are no match for a self-loving heart.

 

My Friend, Amy

Amy.
My words to describe you are waning.
I’m weighing my choices to be explaining,
You as my friend Amy,
Or as my enemy.
Amending my words may take an eternity.
Entertaining those thoughts may hurt me
So let’s start from the beginning.
Nice to meet you! My name’s Amy
I’m aiming to aim you towards gaining
In life, and not falling behind
I want to be best friends to the end of time
I’m so excited to give you tools
To help you grow! And improve in school
I know many consider you a fool
Forced to sit in the dunce stool
Cause sitting still in the classroom
Was impossible.
Your report card marks you as impassible
Passing grade school
Must feel like passing grad school
I saw you gag full at the sight of math
You think academics just aren’t your path
But I’m empathetic and will prove you wrong.
Don’t worry! I know what to do!
My advice can be a tool!
I’ll show you the future of fools!
Or rather the lack thereof
But you are no fool! I’ll make you above
Average, we will start with a bandage
To your report card markage
mark this the day you get straight A’s
For now on we will study every minute of the day
A moment to lay is one to waste
Your life away so stay here
Believe in me
Unless you want to underachieve.

You made it to high school! Your grades have changed!
From Ds to As. I’m impressed to say the least
But hey there’s something you need to police.
I recently noticed your feelings inside
The confusion of if you are not a guy
Or misguided from your pride
You pride yourself on living with
It might bring you distress, but press
Down those desires of Venus
see us in public wearing makeup
Takes us to places dangerous
I must make you stop, to not drop
Our social standing
And watch all your safety disbanding
I’m banning this gender pain
Asking for freedom is only in vain
We have to stick together like chains
And train you out of those thoughts
I’ll rattle your brain until they stop
Drop it and roll with my advice
I’m vice to this because my sights of
Your future with this goes no further
If you let your gender loose
So reduce its hold on you, give it to me
Unless you want to underachieve.
Welcome to university life
You are bright and have some great sights
For your future in psych
But my insight on your textbooks
Should make you take a second look
At your mental state
I state the claim that our mind
Will be lost in short time
Our time spent in transition from blue to pink
May mean a condition worse than what you think
These books may prove that its just a kink
You may be on the brink of losing your crania
You may be having schizophrenia or mania
You may have BPD or your ADHD
You’re personality may be hysteric
You should re address your conscious conflicts
Or unconsciousness may be upon us
So me taking control is a must

I can’t let you go and loose your life
We will spend everyday in the DSM-5
And find the cure to your broken mind
We must bind together permanently
Unless you want to underachieve
Amy, Anxiety is also her name
Short for Amygdala In our brains
She fights trauma for no pain
like Dahli Lama, you remain serene
But a dilemma can retain When she
malfunctions
Our daily function can disfunction
As the gender dysphoric
Manifests into gender phobic
You grow to be agoraphobic
Dementophobic
Homophobic
Internalized transphobic
You’d have to be moronic to not see
With more time, more fear
Becomes addicting, like morphine
As every fiber of your being
Is put to work to hold in a scream
Everyday is spent screening
If your sanity is depleting
Every moment spent in a cage
As your deranged rage
Builds up desperately scrambling
For an escape while keeping a straight face
No faze to prove your identity isn’t a phase
Until you accept that Amy is broken
And relief only comes from writing lines in a poem
And potent medicines to just get you to dream at night
that tomorrow you’ll put up a stronger fight
To go to class when you want to flight
And keep an A when you wish to run away
And maybe Amy will one day let you be
Maybe Amy one day, will let you achieve