Hiraeth (pronounced [hiraɪ̯θ])

   Formally Known

     Who they were is no more

     formally known before passing

     resurrected at the bequest

     of one person, their very self

     the butterfly is born to fly

     from the form that came before

     once thought the perfect shape

     normality then transformed

     the questing one journeyed far

     beyond the walls that defined

     security beloved by all

     now the chains that hindered life

     cast aside though some may ask

     the garbs then worn to replace

     manacles no longer bound

     to discover freedom's bliss

     now the conflict has been resolved

     the balance turned to find itself

     when safeguards are not enough

     what once nurtured is denied

     disregarded for health's sake

     the deepest lies are unwound

     when the mask is out aside

     one shall live, the other dies.

   © 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180618.

   The poem “Formally Known” was inspired by my friends who are discovering their identities, Sean Green

First of three poems I have just looked for and found for the Transgender of Remembrance.

FTM by Aaron

FTM

I am male

I am human

the word “Girl” is like getting stabbed in the chest.

Getting called a girl

a lady

a female

but no, I am male.

People don't understand the pain of dysphoria

they don't understand the pain,

getting called the wrong name

or the wrong gender.

People say it's

a phase

it's a choice,

but they will never understand,

I was born this way.

I can't change who I am and I don't want to

I am transgender

I am human

I am proud.

written by Aaron (14 & FTM)

kerk hiraeth