I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing
I tried to trust you no more;
Made me lose my damn mind
Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you
Fuck these days; fuck these times;
Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine
Sip my drank and she clearing my mind
Im not going back to the street life
Not because its scaring me
Imma do right
So my parents aint have to bury me
Nina
Dive into my deepest depths
Find yourself as lost as I
Caressing my soul
The devine and demonic
My eyes have seen too much
I cannot close them
My third eye will never close
Take a look inside the realm
We are all awaiting
The world of mine is also yours
Suspended in time
Perhaps an eternity
Nina
Tired eyes open the laptop; Coffee drip drops
21st Century type writer ; “So type writer!”
Story tell; tired eyes; my rhymes.
JusSittin here…4 Hours until the sunrise
Wishing I was with “her”
Heaven. Every. Reason. I miss H.E.R.
Story of my life; Im sorry you were right
Sorting out whats left n get right
Lost in a “natural mystic” what Bob say
Not your neighbour/your dog
Im talking bout Marleyyyy
Now theres a rainbow in the sky. “So don’t be blind”.
When your spiritual the miracles happen like…
All of the time…
Nina
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
I usually hate writing about myself but I reinforce myself to write about something every day, it’s therapeutic and creates content allowing people into my experiences. I’m up early this morning; as I am every morning at 5 AM. Jumping directly into wordpress and slapping away at the keyboard painting some sort of picture: Me.
I’m me. Transgender and proud; artist. I don’t hide my identity and no one who’s transgender should have to but unfortunately in society I know there’s far too many staying in the closet. I’m hoping to be a representation of why not to, and how much better your life can be. Simply being yourself. Im some ways I think my visibility makes a difference; other days I feel like I don’t exist, but hey. You’re reading this aren’t you?
My name is Nina. I’m an extroverted b girl; Into all elements of hip hop. I draw, paint and create. I write poetry, lyrics, journaling and small articles. I’m a filmmaker and video editor. I’m vegetarian and love to cook. I like reading, mostly Buddhist books and spiritual books. I graduated college; studying mental health. I watch a lot of movies with my girlfriend and I’m happily taken. I like to skateboard n play basketball.
Welcome to my blog. I blog Gaffiti, Art, Street Photography, Buddhist Philosophy, Poetry, and anything thought provoking or visually… beautiful!
Touching on the subject. Going male to female….
Although I had been dressing as a female in public for many years, and living as a woman on and off. For relationship reasons sigh… : For one year I had attempted to be completely male, bad mistake. “Now” Realizing how far from the real me I had been “acting”. I got into a treatment program and started hormones with almost a completely shaved head, YIKES. I had been working construction heavily and was extremely muscular, you can see in this video: A male version of me. Right before Hormone Replacement Therapy.
I was extremely sceptical if I could find my way back to my feminine self. I was and always am faced with little bits of discrimination here and there, It made me anxious but I knew I had to try or I would regret it for the rest of my life. Slowly but surely my hair grew long, my muscles in my arms started to vanish and my breasts grew larger and larger by the months. Men and women alike all of a sudden wanted something from me… my old friends and even married ex girlfriends wanted to sleep with me. Nevertheless I was happier my transition was working well.
After about 2 years I started to feel complete, luckily for me and unlike a few of my trans girl friends surgery or any procedure for that matter wasn’t anything I wanted or needed. I had slight self confidence issues and still had a few things to learn about the confidence and grace a beautiful woman such as myself and should be able to portray. The internet leads to ugly places most of the time but…I had met the love of my life… With a little help from my girlfriend I dressed less conservative, far more sexy in public. It was extremely liberating and a huge growth for me.
A video of me now! 🙂 – Butterfly*** Subscribe to my channel if you’d like.
Me today: not the flashiest of pictures but to me it’s just an example.
Today I’m able to dress however I want to, go to whatever bathroom, I’m treated how I’d like for the most part and I have zero regrets. Luckily for me I had basic supporters; my friends and family, this is almost impossible to do alone. My health care covers all my medication “Ohhh Canadaaaaa.”, and thrift stores provide me with clothes I can actually afford; progressing my style and confidence.
That’s basically how the shit went in a nutshell. Of course I gave up a few ignorant people along the way but I think that that’s great that they can fuck off! Fuck right off lol.
Peace n blessings.
Nina
Butterfly….
I’m that butterfly;
I’m that beautiful butterfly.
Pink, purple,
yellow and black.
I’m that butterfly you can’t catch,
just watch in awe.
Fluttering into nothingness.
I’m that butterfly whom rises from earth.
Into the sky; rising rebirth.
-Nina
GoodnightNina. 
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