Category Archives: school poems

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

(I’m Much More) Proud of The Person I’m Becoming

As a kid
I never prayed to God to let me wakeup as a girl
But I would’ve if my church had been more ok with Him

As a youth
I never ever tried to came out and say that I’m transgender
But I would’ve if my school had been more ok with differences

As a YA
I finally broke down and came out and said that I’m transgender
‘Cause if I hadn’t I would’ve gone and wasted away by now

I’m still here
‘Cause I’ve taken and am still taking steppes to be more myself
Taking hormones, changing the way I dress, being a better self advocate

And finally I’m
Every day getting so much more proud of the person I’m becoming
I’m much more proud of the person I’m becoming, person I’m becoming

(And That’s Why) I Never Lived As A Girl

If I could’ve been that little girl I was
At home, at school, and at church then what…
What would’ve my life been like, life been like
Would I’ve been more confident, happy, and more authentic
Would I’ve been more authentic, more truly authentically me
And would people have liked me more ‘cause I…
‘Cause I liked myself oh so very much more
Very much more then having to be a boy
I hated being a boy but I hated being…
I hated being bullied at school so much more
And that’s why I never lived as a girl

I’m More Like The Other Girls

In junior kindergarten I played like
I played like the other girls
Feeding, holding, and rocking a doll
Still unaware that I’d someday soon
Be wishing I’d the needed courage
To say I’m more like them
And I’m less like the boys
‘Cause they’d tell me boys don’t
Play with dolls and the like

In late elementary school I watched
The other girls on the playground
Wishing I’d the needed courage to
Say I’m more like them and
That I’m less like the boys
Yes I should’ve been playing skipping
Instead of playing touch football and
At times walking around all alone
With just my walkman for company

In high school I did watch
I watched the other girls talking
About their changing bodies, futures and
Wishing I’d the needed courage to
Say I’m more like them and
That I’m less like the boys
And that I should be playing
Soccer on the girls team instead
Of being on the boys team

If the needed courage had come
From inside me I’d have developed
More like the other girls and
Not so much like the boys and
My life would be easier and
Not as hard as its been

In junior kindergarten I played like
I played like the other girls
Feeding, holding, and rocking a doll

Oh Why Do People Have To Be So Damn Cruel?

Your in the family Chevy going fast into the city
Your mom’s driving, you’re begging your head to not hurt
Your afraid that you’ll throw up again like all evening
To you this feels so not like a perfect day

To you this feels so not like a perfect day
Siting in the emergency waiting room still with hurting head
Nurse at counter gives you bucket and you again puke
To you this feels so not like a perfect day

Oh why do people have to be so damn cruel?
You where simply siting in your seat minding your business
Doing what you always do just listing to your walkman
You where just trying to make it listening to county

You got off the small yellow bus at your stop
And you stumbled home and cranked up Billy Ray Cyrus
Loud you tried to get the music to clear your head
Oh why do people have to be so damn cruel?

It was only just a punch right in your face
Oh why did he punch you right in your face?
Oh why did he punch you right in your face?
Why did he go punch you right in your face?

Oh why do people have to be so damn cruel?

Rather Be Spiritually Thriving

Need’a hear the holy
When it’s calling me
But this world’s still
Calling to tell me
That God’s not real
And I gotta survive
I’d rather be spiritually
Thriving not just surviving

I am spiritually sore
Browsed and battered from
As a child hiding
That I was religious
From my school mates
I need’a be bold
Commit to never do
Anything like that again

Need’a hear the holy
When it’s calling me
But this world’s still
Calling to tell me
That God’s not real
And I gotta survive
I’d rather be spiritually
Thriving not just surviving

They are spiritually sore
Browsed and battered from
Doing like I did
Hiding that they’re religious
From their school mates
They need’a be bold
Commit to never do
Anything like that again

Need’a hear the holy
When it’s calling us
But this world’s still
Calling to tell us
That God’s not real
And we gotta survive
We’d rather be spiritually
Thriving not just surviving

Need’a hear the holy
When it’s calling us
But this world’s still
Calling to tell us
That God’s not real
And we gotta survive
We’d rather be spiritually
Thriving not just surviving

We’d rather be spiritually
Thriving not just surviving

Hurting You

I love you
Just don’t respect you like before
‘Cause each time
Now when I look in mirror
All I do
Think what’ve you I wanna change
And that just
Brakes another piece of my heart
They hurt me
And now I am hurting you

My Bro

My bro I’ve watched you grow
And even flow
Flow a bit more closer to me
But somehow I should’ve known one day through it all you’d be
Be looking to go find who you are
So are you still going to be there for me wen I fall far?

Well defiantly yes
And what can I do in return but show you my respect ‘cause you deserve nothing less
And say I know that you were always there for me through the lonely days of my childhood
Childhood which for me went from curiosity to crying don’t know if I should
See I know now it would have really helped me if I’d tolled my youth group friends about the pain
Pain I felt shouldn’t ruin my youth group fun by falling out of me like rain

But who can talk about the mental and fiscal pushing and shoving
Especially when they’re in a place of loving
And I was no different always acting like a funny clown
Clown I was ‘cause I didn’t want to bring them, let alone me down
But down I should have come of my high horse before I started to sink
And tried somehow to clearly about it all think

Happy Little Children

Happy little children
Their going to
To cry inside
Moms and dads
Saying everything ok
We do it
For the children
Send them to
To public schools
The public schools
They’re for the
For the children

Happy little children
Their going to
To cry inside
Moms and dads
Saying everything ok
We do it
For the children
The staying together
Together that is
It’s for the
For the Children

Happy little children
Their going to
To cry
Moms and dads

Conform Conform Oh I’m Dead

You want to make up my mined
You want to tell me just do it
Do what you are told
Just do it do what you are told

Look really smart, look like you have your own opinions but don’t express them don’t share them just do what you are told
Oh be societies poppet on a string, let them move you when they say it’s ok, let them shout you up when they say the word, let them starve you so they can say your so beautiful

Oh you want to make up my mined
You want to tell me just do it
Do what you are told
Just do it do what you are told

Just do what you are told
Look like an individual but don’t really be one, conform conform oh I’m dead