To Exist is to Be Brave, To Fight for Existence Takes Courage and Patience

To my friends and family that have always supported me or have come back to me at some point in my life, I thank you. I've been a lot luckier than most of my peers in the Transgenger community.  A lot of times we feel like God or the universe or whoever is responsible for our situation has "made a mistake."  Especially when it comes to justifying ourselves to a conservative individual or community. For those that are struggling to regain or repair family ties, and everyone out there who doesn't understand why or how we feel, I will propose this:

We have been given the great honor of suffering, to show that God did not make a mistake. But rather, he has burdened us ("his children") with a message to give to the world. So as not to judge those that are our fellow human beings, regardless of gender, sexuality, preference, or orientation. It is only his duty to judge our human kind and the actions we commit while carrying these blessings that we've struggled with as graciously as humanly possible.

Dream Waltzing

Dancing inside,
but I don't have to move.
Just let me lead,
cause this moment's meant for you.

I have no rhythm,
I have no reason,
to be worthy of you.
But I'll rhyme my way,
into whatever gets me through.

Cause with each step,
and with each twirl,
slip into your heart,
while mine's still beating still.

Let each touch be another start,
broken hearts beating to life's march.

Can't promise that,
I'll always be on beat.
But take my hand
and I'll show you what love is meant to be.

As Always, You're Last to Know

Mon cheri,
I'm as beautiful as you dreamed that I could be.
Discouragement is my enemy,
But I won't let your scars get the best of me.

I loved you once,
But I've pulled out the pieces
Of all your indignity,
All of my weakness.

You're worse than I remember,
And I'm wiser than you thought I am.
You made your bed,
let me tuck you in.

Feel free to dream of me.
Though I'm not coming back.
I don't give my love out for free.
Sweet dreams.

To Have Wings and The Sea, My Soul Seeks

To live on the coast,
Feel the breeze of the sea,
Salt in the air,
Then I swear I'll be free.

I live in a desert,
Void of water and tides,
I can't say that it's not beautiful,
But the ocean is where my heart lies.

It's in my heart and my soul,
Plastered all over my walls,
Decorative and figuratively,
Longing echoes in these halls.

I thought I heard seagulls yesterday,
After 10 hours in an office,
A whole day wasted away,
Without regard for what I wanted.

If I could be any creature,
Whether real or fantastical,
I would be a bat or a seagull,
To have wings would be magical.

I could fly coast to coast,
Or just up and down the beach,
Watching and waiting,
As the tides roll in and recede.