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GoodnightNina  – Who knew? Transitioning ; Slam Poetry

I was always picked last in sports, I laugh at being picked last

because they saw past what I could; not even…

Recognise 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 knew I was a girl, I knew I was a girl?

Did I twirl? Was that the give-away?

I remember once I was told I look like one. Twelve; Dumbfounded

Delve into childhood, Perhaps That was the time I began to find myself…

I’m not sure… What I am sure of,

Is 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))) 🙂 !!

-Pause-

Serious shit…

I feel complete sorrow, for all those that can’t transition tomorrow

This god damn world, I’m lucky as fuck.

Its called hormone replacement therapy;

And it worked wonders for my clarity

Anyone against transgender rights can spare me

“Beware the”

Powers of hatred in the world

Us girls got it hard sometimes; That scares me

Ive survived a lot

Extremely thankful, to be doing different things for a bankroll

Write a little rhyme thats tasteful.

Thank God….

-Nina

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Trans Pride: A Higher Cause (Poetry) – Nina

I am…

The Type of writer who lites fires with typewriters.

Trans pride; n its a quite higher:

cause.

Despite my minor flaws I write because.

I’m…

Inspired by role models and not cold bottles.

No more sorrow.

I’m trans and…

Trans transgender pride; my gender why?

In splendor I; am utterly myself.

Selfishly no; selfless by being oneself with.

All that I can and possibly will.

If I didn’t; I’d probably be ill.

Although it really needs no commentary.

On the contrary I still see a bigots daily

I’m doing fine but I can imagine somewhere out there…

Someone is terrified of being themselves

I see this clearly.

Now a common occurring; non obscuring event.

I present myself to the world plus my 2 cents.

Have a conscience; discriminatory nonsense.

Happiness lays around the corner for many.

Plenty if we; could set an example and

Simply be free.

 

Nina

Fresh Audacity – Nina

Once upon a time Audastic girl named Nina

A Martr – Cause being trans only made me harder

An international abstract – in these the concrete walls

These bars like prison cells -and  my oz have you staring in awe

Fresh out the prison with the wisdom.

No God for me I am not controlled by a religion…

With my pen and my pad, I create my own fate.

No fads or facades , I stay-fresh like Colgate. 😉

-Nina

Pain and a seed of joy. – Nina

Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman

Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened

I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping

and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.

My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment

I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance

But I know my happiness is dormant

A seed…

Awaiting me to blossom again

From the bottom back to the top of my game

Pain?

We’re probably supposed to have it,

Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static

I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic

This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine

I’m going to be high rolling again

Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining

Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off

FAR beyond.

This.

 

Nina

 

Time, it’s time. – Nina

 

square-modern-clock-graffiti-model-2-craft-397882.jpgWaiting for time, the right time?

Nighttime daytime playtime…

Clocks with outstretched broken hands

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,  years and infinity

Time gravitates, be careful with time, it’s precious…

Do not be idle for time stops for no one, time doesn’t stop for itself

Time is life and death and the present moment rolled into one

This clock outstretched, feel it’s power to heal and destroy

It’s my time, your time, our time.

It’s time.