One Step Forward, Two BackA Chapter by therisaI refuse to go Quietly To the slaughterhouse Like meek cattle. Accepting Your murderous demands Upon my community In days gone past Under the Nazi And Stalin. Too often In even "advance" countries Like the United States Or Canada. Our lives are At risk. In becoming Latest kind of strange fruit To hang From a tree branch. As our stories are Shared among us Of narrow escapes From certain harm And death. Where Senior citizens are So scared They're hiding themselves Deep within The closet Again. Fear Of being mistreated By the "straight" staff At the nursing homes. Never mind The stigmatizing experiences We endure With the medical community And their open transphobia. Oh yeah Baby We have come far Not!
© 2015 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 12, 2015 Last Updated on January 12, 2015 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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