Category Archives: poems

My Reflective Response to Psalm 139:13-16

“For You have created my conscience.
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise You, for I am awesomely, wonderfully made!
Wonderful are Your works—
and my soul knows that very well.
My frame was not hidden from You
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw me when I was unformed,
and in Your book were written the days that were formed—
when not one of them had come to be.”
(Psalm 139:13-16 Tree of Life Version)

My conscience she knew Your creation before she knew You, and You knew me before I was to know of the life journey I was to go on.
You knew my journey was to be a unique expression of Your love, and Your love gives me strength to carry on.
Even when I get anxious or feel uncomfortable with my body, Your love it is what ultimately gives me strength to carry on.
I know that even when hatred is spewed my way and disease gets ravaged upon my body, that it is Your love that will ultimately give me strength to carry on.
For it is the knowledge that I have of the fact that I and my journey are both expressions of who You are that I never ever had the thought of opting out.
And I Know my journey it was written in Your book even before any of it had come to be.

I Struggle

I struggle
Always struggled
I blessed
Always blessed
And through it all
I never wanted to
Go and give up
And end my life
One day I will
Find someone to love
Who will want to
Always love me back
And we
will go
And grow
Old together

Poetry Is A Medium

Poetry is a medium
That allows for sharing
Of feelings, ideas, events
In verses this happens
On pages and screens
We read them all
In the hops of
Learning, connecting, growing, changing

Some are really funny
Some are very series
Some are for remembrance
Some they do teach
And each a unique
Expression of their author
Some get read alone
Other read out loud

Some are recited yearly
For events like holidays
Some are defiantly recited
Because they got band
Some get remembered lovingly
Some get forgotten quickly
Some are quite long
And some quite short

Poetry is a medium
That allows for sharing
Of feelings, ideas, events
In verses this happens
On pages and screens
We read them all
In the hops of
Learning, connecting, growing, changing

Finally Fuelled By Estrogen

Testosterone is no longer my nemesis
‘Cause its production has been disassembled
And put in the garbage now
I am finally fuelled by estrogen
It comes in little tablets that
I take sublingually twice a day
It is all ‘cause they did
Make my outie into an innie

I Am A Beloved Daughter Of The Father

I am a beloved daughter of the Father
And that reality is a hard won understanding
That I hold very close to my heart
‘Cause people they denied me my opportunity to
Have a relationship with my very loving God
The opportunity to explore my femininity and robbed
Me my opportunity to live as a girl
I never got to live as a girl

I am a beloved daughter of the Father
And that reality is a hard won understanding
That I got by always pushing on forward
Even if I needed rest for a while
Eventually I would always go push on forward
To the understanding I can sill get to
Live as a woman who gets a relationship
Ever expanding relationship with her very loving God

I am a beloved daughter of the Father
And that reality is a hard won understanding

I Never Thought I Should Die

I never thought I should die
‘Cause I never thought I knew
What it was to feel ok

And I want to feel what
It is like to feel ok
Ok in this body of mine

My mind has always seemed ok
Till it got signals from my
My body has never felt ok

So soon I am going under
Under the knife to make some
Of my body finally feel ok

It will hurt first then it
It will start to feel insignificant
Insignificant for the first time ever

This will be some sweet relief
Relief that has been long overdue
Long overdue in coming my way

Daughters Like Us, Part Two

(Before reading Daughters Like Us, Part Two pleas make sure you have read Daughters Like Us, Part One first.)

Daughters like us
When we arrived
Into our adulthood
We got declared
Healthy young men
Yeah that’s right

We were always
Addressed as Mr.
Never as Ms.
Our dad’s tried
But we still
Couldn’t like football

And as a
Result we heard
Stinging words like
Just man up
Not ones like
Hello precious daughter

Daughters like us
When we arrived
Into our adulthood
We got declared
Healthy young men
Yeah that’s right

But there was
Nothing healthy about
Our deeply repressed
And deeply felt
Gender identities that
Desperately needed sharing

And as a
Result we broke
Down and told
You our truth
And finally heard
Hello precious daughter

Daughters Like Us, Part One

Daughters like us
When we arrived
Into this world
We got declared
Healthy baby boys
Yeah that’s right

We were always
Dressed in pants
Never in dresses
And our dads
Hoped we’d love
Sports like football

And as a
Result we had
First words like
Hut and ball
Not ones like
Hello precious daughter

Daughters like us
When we arrived
Into this world
We got declared
Healthy baby boys
Yeah that’s right

We were always
Dressed in vibrant
Never pink colours
‘Cause our progressive
Moms thought we
Were their sons

And as a
Result we’d only
Wear utilitarian clothes
‘Cause we gave
Up on hearing
Hello precious daughter

(After reading Daughters Like Us, Part One pleas make sure to read Daughters Like Us, Part Two.)

She’s Your Only Daughter

What you two didn’t
Know before was broken
You will now do
What you can to
Make it more better
For the one you
Love so very much
She’s your only daughter

You didn’t know that
She was your daughter
Till she told you
When she was thirty-two
And thank goodness that
The two of you
Both said that you
Still loved her lots

One of you will
Be there to see
Her off to surgery
And again in recovery
The other will be
Driving her back home
To be there for
Her further needed recovery

What you two didn’t
Know before was broken
You have now done
What you can to
Make it more better
For the one you
Love so very much
She’s your only daughter

She’s your only daughter

Hiding Behind A Face

I was hiding behind a face
One with a moustache and sideburns
Yes I had long hair ‘cause
I thought the Alan Jackson look
It would protect me like armour
But I was just being phony

I was one of the miserable
Most miserable kids in high school
Yes it was a total disaster
Well ‘cause I was going through
The wrong puberty and I was
A girl hiding in the closet

Sometimes the truth people see is
Not the truth you have inside
And if you fear sharing yours
It may be ‘cause you feel
You’ve already experienced to much bullying
To handle anymore in your life

But if this sounds like you
Don’t go and be like me
Instead go speak your truth out
‘Cause you’ll feel better if you
Get the chance to transition young
I wish I did transition young

But I hid behind a face
One with a moustache and sideburns
Yes I had long hair ‘cause
I thought the Alan Jackson look
It would protect me like armour
But I was just being phony