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1. Group Info
Yin and Yang"Momma... I have a secret for you.
But you can't tell anyone,
especially not Dad.
Please, not Dad. Okay?"
"What is this world coming to?!
My child, I love you but this is wrong.
I should have known all along.
This is disgusting.
It is not natural, it's habitual
your spending time
with those fags."
"But Momma, this is who I am.
I was hoping that you'd understand,
how I see the beauty in yin and yang.
Men and women are truly the same,
in these blind eyes and open heart.
Is it wrong to love someone,
to see past their body parts?"
TransgenderI am stuck in a body I do not want. I wish to change. I hate to look in the mirror everyday seeing a shape I was forced into.
This flat chest
This empty air between my legs
This unnecessary stick hanging down
This too long hair no matter what I do
This hair that always seems too short
These stupid skirts I want to burn
These too baggy jeans I'm forced into
Being a female
Being a male
I want to walk down the streets and feel free.
Feel at ease.
The way I'm supposed to be.
I want to feel normal.
Is that so wrong?
'.Shelter in Ambiguity.'You who hid behind so much,
Yet expected, almost demanded transparency. . .
Where do you find yourself now that the curtain has fallen?
The stage is wooden and cold. . .
The audience deserted
The wounded actress fled the scene
Leaving only the chalk outline of your promises
For the evening's company.
The clock chimes the late hour in bleak and dreary streets
As the spotlight shines anew on an empty stage
Still you hide behind the curtain
Concealed by desires masquerading as windows
Yet there is something to be found
In the hiding of a face,
In illusive, mechanical words. . .
A child-like wounded heart.
Ambiguity flaunts itself, strutting upon the stage
His narrowed and lustful eyes searching for another victim. . .
And I have known you well.