Just More Wishful Thinking?A Poem by therisaSort of a rant and a plea, here.Help me To understand. Why Silence greets me When I talk about My past? A history filled With violence Both self-afflicted And levied Upon my body And soul. Where I have Envied the dead For their peace. In being Myself. Am told That I need to talk Yet people do not listen When I do. At the best of times I have trouble Talking about myself In expressing My anger and pain. Except Through the written word Which lays before you To peruse At your leisure. Am hoping For someone Who will understand And explain things. Beyond saying "Things will get better" To me. Is this Asking too much From society? Yet Too many of us Take our own lives Before the age of 45 Within the transcommunity. © 2013 therisaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 15, 2013 Last Updated on May 15, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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