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Helpful Poems

I would like to give full credit to the artist Peter Hainsworth,

This poem helped me through my rough patches with being transgender, hopefully it could help someone else as well.

 

Poem- To Every Suicidal Trans Kid (copyright/peterhainsworth/2016)

I am here with you We exist in a world not made for us

Called freaks

Called deceptive

Called kill yourself

We don't understand what we did wrong We hide in closets more like coffins Hope to god Or something That we will be able to escape this wooden prison one day but it's not safe out there

Theres too much soil holding us down And every time we move another splinter enters our body somehow We exist on cliffs Not holding on to enough for all of us to survive.

1 in 3 transgender people will attempt suicide by the age of 20.

Our average life expectancy is about 23-30 years and Quickly dropping.

I know not to blame myself if you’re over the edge tomorrow, wether you’re jumping or falling it’s not my fault. Yet if I can keep my arms around your waist to hold you here instead of letting you tumble yourself into becoming Not a pile of broken stars and tattered lace on the pavement today and a newspaper headline tomorrow, that would be enough for me. If I could steal all your blades and replace them with flowers I’d be a happy boy, that is until you find a new way to spill red. 

Wrestle with the uncomfortable fact that the world doesn't care until we're already dead. Until we're a headline, If we even make it that far. But dear Listen to the soft whisper of you heart still beating and remember the complexity of your existence, every cell, dividing, Every organ working together in harmony. Remember that your spine is as strong as spiders silk Your hands are graceful even as they shatter glass Your body is a form; just a form- Clumsy and inexpertly carved But think of the shapes it makes The arcs and curves when you move The way it crumples and folds when you're tired or prone or empty Think of the shapes it makes at rest And the ones it creates by your command. It is is not an easy thing to let yourself live in your own body And certainly for some of us it's near impossible But you will survive in this body With this body So to those who decided our bodies, our identities were wrong Eat. Chew your words carefully like communion crackers, holy and meaningless and flammable, meant to be drowned in wine. We will swallow our fears dry because over coming nature is supposed to hurt for a little while. Drink nerves like whiskey, fast and thoughtless, it’ll always be a little toughto hold down liquid courage. Take the pain in and crush it between hard won teeth, pull it into yourself because it can’t hurt you if you own it.

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I really love the ending part of this poem "Take the pain in and crush it between hard won teeth, pull it into yourself because it can’t hurt you if you own it." Heart Such strong words