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Identity, crisis, I’m going crazy, want to get up but my body feels lazy.

HRT dream is it really what it seems fuck facial hair need a goddamn makeup team

Feet on the ground, mascara petty,
blowing kisses to the camera, minds feeling witty

bootys kind of fat, My waist real lean, my hands real pretty with this big diamond ring

Good boy days but my girls are way better,
Hateful words prick but they wont stick forever

Bitch just mad born boy but look better.
Pretty key chain names pink in big letters

They call me trangender, I call myself a winner, going to the gym so my waist gets slimmer

Hearts been broken bad words spoken but I’m way wiser with my eyes wide open

Do you Think I’m old cause I touched 37 i think I got experience through lessons and my blessings

Fantasy woman fantasy man insatiable hunger for both cause I can

I don’t have a limit I go when I feel it, no chains bound me I’m free and I’m living

Mind of a trans girl 💋

A serpent’s breath of silver white,

It coils beneath the dying light.

Its ghostly fingers twist and climb,

Like wicked prayers that poison time.

It paints the air with haunted grace,

Then wears an angel’s borrowed face.

A phantom dressed in heaven’s glow,

Concealing hell that waits below.

The crystal sings a silent hymn,

Its promise bright, its ending grim.

A frozen jewel, so pure in sight,

Yet born to murder hope with light.

The needle gleams A sharpened plea,

A key to false divinity.

It greets the crimson river’s tide,

Where blood and poison intertwine.

Scarlet currents kiss the glass,

As innocence is doomed to pass.

One final breath, one fatal wave,

Then plunges deep beneath the brave.

Through eager veins it swiftly flies,

A stolen dawn in midnight skies.

A euphoria no soul was meant

To steal from Heaven’s firmament.

The heart forgets its sacred beat,

The earth dissolves beneath your feet.

The mind begins to drift away,

Mistaking darkness for the day.

One night becomes a restless week,

Where trembling bones forget to sleep.

Then weeks dissolve to endless years,

Beneath a flood of smoke and fears.

The mirror holds a stranger’s stare

You search yourself but you’re not there.

Reality grows thin as lace,

Till madness wears your stolen face.

It drains the color from your breath,

Yet leaves you walking, dressed as death.

It drinks your laughter, hope, and grace,

Then leaves a hollow in their place.

It does not merely steal your soul

It feasts until it swallows whole.

Then plants within the empty room

A garden where all horrors bloom.

Compassion rots to savage cries

Love withers while affection dies.

Where mercy knelt, now carnage reigns,

A crimson monarch crowned in chains.

The smoke still dances, soft and slow,

Like winter’s gentle, fatal snow.

Its beauty is the cruelest lie

A lovely mask for those who die.

For Ice is never cold alone

It claims the flesh, then claims the bone.

And when your final prayer takes flight,

It smiles big and disappears from sight.

I’ll never forget what you took

I’ll never forget your little hook

I only pray your grip touch none

Forever ending your cursed run

FUCK YOU METH

I was made a son beneath the skies,

Yet stars smiled back with knowing eyes.

The heavens traced a different face,

A softer truth in hidden space.

The world declared what I should be,

A shape confined with no certainty.

Yet in the quiet, something stirred,

A truth too sacred to be heard.

They dressed me in a borrowed name,

And taught me how to play the game.

But every mirror cracked with light,

Revealing glimpses out of sight.

Within my chest a maiden dreamed,

In silver threads her spirit gleamed.

She rose each night through silent tears,

A voice that echoed patiently

She danced in shadows, wild and free,

A hidden goddess calling me

She wove her truth through every scar,

A constellation from afar.

She whispered through the midnight streams,

And stitched her presence in my dreams

She wore the moon upon her brow,

Though I could not name her now.

I wandered lost through flame and wood,

Through all the places I once stood.

Yet every wind and winged flight

Insisted I was born of light.

Then came the beast with hollow eyes,

A creature forged of grief and lies.

Addiction rose like creeping night,

And dimmed the edges of my light.

Its claws were made of doubt and shame,

It spoke to me in my own name.

It fed upon my hidden pain,

And bound me fast in endless chain.

It promised peace in silky breath,

But every touch resembled death.

It wrapped me tight in thorn and vine,

Until I thought its will was mine.

Yet deep beneath the weight and scar,

A quiet truth remained unmarred.

Through every fall, through every plea,

She waited there… remembering me.

And when at last I chose to see,

To break the chains and set me free,

The stars aligned, the sky grew wide

And I became the girl inside.

Now every scar begins to glow,

A map of all I’ve come to know.

No longer lost, no longer torn,

From shadow’s end, I am reborn.

And in the mirror, soft and clear,

She smiles back alive, and here.

Mind of a trans girl 💋

I am scared I’ll be stuck like this, I don’t mind being a pretty boy when I want to but I want to be the woman who’s always been me trapped underneath this skin.

It took me so long because I was afraid of my people disowning me, then it was drug addiction for years, now that I’ve been sober for 4 years, I’m ready. I have always been scared I wouldn’t be pretty, I said screw it, because honestly it’s going to kill me not to, even if I don’t transition good, but I kinda hope I’ll be pretty, that I’ll feel good about it.

My voice is 100 percent woman on command and beautiful, I go to the gym and do targeting fem work outs, I eat healthy and have an amazing skin care routine, I’m doing all the foot work.

Mother God please bless me with your beauty and grace, I will not squander your gift, I will not be an ugly woman inside, but be the light and love you’ve put into my heart over the years. I will be a good woman either way but being touched by your hand giving the gift of beauty and the movement of grace would make me so very thankful. I love you and I trust you and it’s in you mother I pray Amen

# Becoming

I was born in a room that handed me a mirror

Before it handed me a name

Everyone recognized the reflection.

I recognized the ache.

I learned that silence could wear my face

So I folded myself into smaller and smaller shapes,

invisibility meant belonging.

Surrender to the thronging

But loneliness is a patient architect.

It built a cathedral inside my ribs,

filled every empty pew with questions,

But Stole my will to live

echos of a prayer who had forgotten its God.

Happiness existed with every 80 that I bought

the weight became unbearable,

blur the edges of the pain

Reliving his unwanted touch remembering his evil face

Bottles. Pills. *Smoke*.

Addiction with the voice of mercy.

It wrapped chains in velvet, and convinced me I was unworthy

Then one day It happened

Only the smallest thought

If I have survived every version of this pain

perhaps there is still a version of me
waiting to be born.

I learned that healing is less like flying
and more like teaching broken wing
to trust the wind again.

I spoke my name aloud

until it no longer sounded like rebellion
but like home.

I looked into the same mirror

that once felt like a prison

and found, beneath years of fear,

someone who had never stopped waiting someone who had always listened

Today, I carry both grief and gratitude.

I mourn the years stolen by shame.

I honor the soul that survived them.

I am not beautiful because I have never been broken.

I am beautiful because every fracture
became a place where compassion entered.

Because I chose truth

over comfort.

Because I chose life

over forgetting.

Because I discovered

that becoming yourself

is not the end of a battle

it is the first morning

after a very long night,

when the light touches your face

and, for the first time,

you do not look away.

**Mind of a trans girl** 💋

Becoming

I was born in a room that handed me a mirror

Before it handed me a name

Everyone recognized the reflection.

I recognized the ache.

I learned that silence could wear my face

So I folded myself into smaller and smaller shapes,

invisibility meant belonging.

Surrender to the thronging

But loneliness is a patient architect.

It built a cathedral inside my ribs,

filled every empty pew with questions,

But Stole my will to live

echos of a prayer who had forgotten its God.

Happiness existed with every 80 that I bought

the weight became unbearable,

blur the edges of the pain

Reliving his unwanted touch remembering his evil face

Bottles. Pills. Smoke.

Addiction with the voice of mercy.

It wrapped chains in velvet, and convinced me I was unworthy

Then one day It happened

Only the smallest thought

If I have survived every version of this pain

perhaps there is still a version of me
waiting to be born.

I learned that healing is less like flying
and more like teaching broken wing
to trust the wind again.

I spoke my name aloud

until it no longer sounded like rebellion
but like home.

I looked into the same mirror

that once felt like a prison

and found, beneath years of fear,

someone who had never stopped waiting someone who had always listened

Today, I carry both grief and gratitude.

I mourn the years stolen by shame.

I honor the soul that survived them.

I am not beautiful because I have never been broken.

I am beautiful because every fracture
became a place where compassion entered.

Because I chose truth

over comfort.

Because I chose life

over forgetting.

Because I discovered

that becoming yourself

is not the end of a battle

it is the first morning

after a very long night,

when the light touches your face

and, for the first time,

you do not look away.

Ming of a trans girl 💋

Identity, crisis, I’m going crazy, want to get up but my body feels lazy.

HRT dream is it really what it seems fuck this facial hair need a goddamn makeup team

Feet on the ground mascara petty blowing kisses to the camera mind feeling witty

My bootys kind of fat My waist real lean, my hands real pretty with this big diamond ring

Good boy days but my girls are way better
Hateful words prick but they wont stick forever

Bitch just mad born boy but look better.
Pretty key chain names pink in big letters

They call me trangender, I call myself a winner, going to the gym so my waist gets slimmer

Hearts been broken bad words spoken now I’m wiser with my eyes wide open

Do you Think I’m old cause I touched 37 i think I got experience through lessons and my blessings

Fantasy woman fantasy man insatiable hunger for both cause I can

I don’t have a limit I go when I feel it, no chains bound me I’m free and I’m living

Mind of a trans girl 💋