A Grasp AwayA Poem by therisaHow I have felt, at times, being Trans.An offshoot Tossed aside Upon life's scrapheap Left to fend For one's self. Questioning What have I done To deserve this? Brushing off The rotting banana peels And coffee grounds From the body In total disdain. With bated breath Rushing to The bathroom To scrub The body clean. Trying to remove A mortal stain Upon the human soul That never disappears. No matter How hard One scrubs away At the body. As the water Flows away Blood red Down the drain. Intermixed With tears Of frustration And anger. While The razor remains Sitting on The sink's edge For another day's use.
© 2015 therisaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 31, 2015 Last Updated on January 31, 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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