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They knew before I Knew I was a girl. (Did I twirl?)

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I was always picked last-in sports. I laugh at being picked-last because they saw past what I could not. Even recognize in the first place. Never did I see first place in sports but I took up a new gender like sports… wait… lets reverse pace. I was picked last because perhaps they knew before I knew I was a girl before I… Knew I was a girl. (Did I twirl?) Was that the give away? I remember once being told I looked like one. I was absolutely dumbfounded ; at the age of 12. Delve into childhood.  Perhaps that was around the time I began to find my self. Im not sure… What I’m sure of is that I can never be sure of… damn near anything. OTHER THAN MY DECISION TO TRANSITION. That meant everything.

It wasn’t hard to transition at all, it was hard to pretend to be a man like FRAUD. (Guilty as charged)!. I feel complete sorrow for my sisters across the globe who would die to transition but can’t because of this GOD DAMN world. “I’m waiting on tomorrow”

Im lucky as FUCK… and Its called hormone replacement “therapy” and it worked miracles for my clarity. Anyone against transgender rights can spare me. Beware the… power of hatred in the world; us girls got it hard sometimes and that scares me. I survived a lot and Im extremely thankful. I could do a lot of different things for a bankroll but I’d rather write a little rhyme thats… tasteful.

*Thanks god*

Love you Larissa.

XO

-Nina

Information Age : Rhyme Poetry – Nina

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Its systematic;   for you to be a system addict

Backslash\\\\\\; this is your life; Trapped

Cannot resist the catalyst

The world is mad manic; cash grabbing

Catch a glimpse of the stashing; your information; static

Virus infiltrates the minds of; blinds us

Information age; what a waste and it defines us

Goodnightnina’s: Dont make me… Dark Slam Poetry

Death is kinda cool when ya get used to it! Shieeet* I’m translucent.

When a “faggot” passes on, sometimes they drag-on.. “Dragon,”m MORELIKEIT! imploring that I’m coming for YOUR LIFE. Shit

Loosening up your floorboards creeking* creeping toward yours.

You called me a freak cause I wore make, up… my lace covered face tasting your blood ingedient of your hate as you wake up.

Sweeter than sex is revenge let’s pretend YOU made amends,

I’ll chill a moment… amen”

Playing pianos in your in bed while your shitting yourself alone eyes wide as a full moon lit. Fit of despair your screams are useless. Or maybe in the basement hanging nooses for your amusement.

I hope you use it….

They used to tell me “get ghost.”

Now I’m playing host in bloodstained robes.

I’m crawling up your ceiling eyeballs gleaming with utter disgusting nothingness asking if you remember when you tried forcing me to suck your….

You would harass my phone…now you dread; the dead phone ringing ” you” is this your last **** -HELL-O ****

“It’s… It’s… shade on the phone….”

People make me nauseous. Should have been a little more cautious I’m coming up to your room as several different Objects to turn your body    inside out and CONVEX.

Ghosts in the shade…

When the stars lit I’m outside your window.

Don’t make me crawl in.

The stars – Nina

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The blue stars.

She would “talk” to the stars

She would dance with nature and sing with the birds

The crows in particular, making her smile

Her best friend was the raven or worst enemy…

Her imagination was extravagant

The date of earth wasn’t reality

Time nor place replaced by visions

In drum circles with the village

She would sing of the life and it’s rhythm

Eventually she talked with the stars

Her hopes and her dreams and the natural mystic

It took decades as the speed of light was not fast enough

But the stars replied

With the wisdom she seeked; the life she wanted to live;

Impossibility is laughable now

The truth

Was closer and close enough to touch and feel

Tantalising reality of the sacred unity with her stars

The stars are out tonight

looking down

Or looking up

As we live our lives, they speak.

It takes time

but what is time?

I could write this forever in time.

Thanking the stars.

For their love.

 

Love Nina