Poems:

Pick One
Pick one Bullying and fear
A or B Peril is near
Black or white No safety is here
Square or circle
Hard or soft Pick one
Strong or gentle From two choices
Shy of social They won’t hear other voices
No in between No extra option
Not a change in routine It creates pain you get lost in
That is never done Anguish sets in
For anyone No one shall win
Feels like the prick of a pin
Pick one
Just two options Pick one
You’re likely to be lost A cliche
Boy or girl Is there no other way
But what if that’s not you No other selection
Something different Can we make a correction
Stuck in the in between Try and intervene
All are quite mean A brand new section
None intervene No longer pick one
Go somewhere in between
Pick one Wish for lack of shun
Two bathrooms Make this plight done
For “two” genders
But there is much more
It causes pain and suffering
When you enter in the door
 Controlled on a String
My old school is a puppet master Till we’re permitted
Students marionettes To do what we need
They control all our moves Without being submitted
Having no regrets And such guaranteed
No space for difference
No right of way Although quite weary
Under their control We should be mutual
On every day Safe from disparity

No room for growth

Thus we can’t learn
Freedom we yearn
Never to be granted Liberty to last
For my old school is a puppet master We have but one query
Of Exemption are no chances For this undesirable
Student marionettes To allow such freedoms
With no new advances And to bring them in faster
For my old school is a puppet master
We want to be equal It’s such a disaster
Have a small say
Get some stability We cannot continue
During the day It’s tough to endure
Strive for such peace Something quite appalling
We shall not cease When such is in store
As we proceed
We ought have control
Hense my old school is a puppet master
And all’s trapped as a whole
 Same Difference
It’s wrong to be different
Don’t try to say
Different is good
Because all in all
I’m different in a bad way
I’m not going to pretend
Different makes you special
Rest assured I’ll tell myself
I’m a weird screwed up person
Nothing I’m told would make me feel
It’s okay to be myself
Because at the end of the day
I am not normal enough for this world
I am in no place to think
I relate to others
Because whenever I look around my school
I always think about it
Am I really that different?
I could never see how
I make a difference
Because whenever I look around
I always question it
Am I really that bad with others?
I am appalling
Nothing could make me believe
I am normal
I’ll make sure to recall
I am not the best sight to behold
I could never imagine how
People could be around me
Because whenever I see others
I wonder
Am I really that inhuman?
(Now read from the bottom up still left to right)

I shouldn’t talk to people

No one can get me to believe
I should interact more
Most importantly
I ought to stand alone
I’m not going to act as
I’m good enough to interact
I’ll make sure I remember that
I’m a lonely strange person
Nothing I hear would make me think
I deserve to relate to others
Because all in all
I’m not good enough to communicate
 Don’t Fit the Mold
I’m an old ball of clay
Society throws me
Shapes me
But no matter how hard they try
I don’t fit the perfect picture
So I’m tossed aside
Hidden away
Children shouldn’t see that
A sad little ball of clay
Between a bowl and plate
I’m frozen cookie dough
They stamp cookie cutters into me
No matter how many times
I just don’t fit right
To hard
Wrong shape
Looks a little off
Can’t be presented to others
Too weird to exist
I’m a wet piece of wood
Society can carve and carve
All I do is splinter
A bad piece
Keep kids away
Trash can’t be shown
No one can see this
We’ll never speak of it
A broken uncarvable piece of wood
I’m a person
I don’t fit the perfect mold of society
People hate that
No one’s equal in this world
Even if we say
“With liberty and justice for all”
Every morning
It’s not true
Most of those who say it
Don’t think we deserve it
I will never be good enough
They can say we’re all equal
It’s never meant
No matter how many times it’s said
On actions of hate
Time is constantly spent
No way to fix it
Stuck in this narrative
I’ll never fit
 Bird Sonnet
The eye of a bird in blindeth sir’s sight,
Only with the clipp’d wings, one sole bird
‘Twill starteth learning how to taketh flight.
Windeth changes path with a single w’rd.
All birds flyeth: only sweet birds can soar;
Those gents humeth softly; then flyeth free.
The did grind did describe; tireless b’re,
Dang’rous safety e’rie as can beest.
Only one lighteth the flaming wat’rs;
Still, winds who is’t changeth; the one constant:
Only blindeth sir's sight saves his daught’rs
Throbbing, whey-face s’rrow; the stiff pendant.
Stiff pendant of deep cold-blood’d s’rrow,
But can’t flyeth liketh the graceful crow.
 Songs
Too Much
I’m so tired of being someone else
They all think of me as a girl
Always feeling alright
Never feeling in trouble
But none of that’s me
I’m so tired of being someone I’m not
Watching what I talk about
Pretending to be okay
When I’m somewhere I don’t belong
Can’t say anything about me
That people think is wrong
Or that their kids can’t hear
So tired of living in fear
Chorus:
All that stuff piles up on me/us
A weight I/we can’t shake
The world will never be free
Sometimes it gets to be too much
I/we feel lost inside
Nothing I/we do can fix this stuff
Keep on trying
But sometimes it gets to be too much
I feel hopeless in the world right now
Kids understand things more than their parents
Were allowed to talk about gender
But only in the binary
They say a part of who I am is inappropriate
Something kids can’t know
Let it go
They don’t say learning about mommy and daddy is bad
If you talk about binary genders they won’t get mad
But when a queer identity’s in question
They’ll make you sad
It should be okay
Like how straight marriage is okay
And boy and girl is okay
We’re not gonna turn your kids gay
Your kids are their own people
They know who they are
Learning something new won’t change that
It’s not an issue of them or us
It’s just you
You resist
You’re hurting people that just want to exist
Chorus
For all of us, it becomes too much
Too much
 Baby Girl
I know what you wanna see It’s far less belittling
A person that’s not really me
But the someone you want me to be Chorus
I am here to plea
I wish for you to agree I was never your girl
To let me be me… I know I’m 15
But I know what I mean…
Every time I open my eyes I know who I am
I wanna let out cries Do you need to see a diagram
Tired of your lies Or can you understand
They don’t make me wanna smile That I’m not a girl…
No matter how hard I try
You always find ways to defy Feeling trapped in a curl…
Pushed with a force
Chorus: You refuse to lose sight of that baby girl
Feeling trapped in a curl… That’s how it is of course…
Pushed with a force You want a perfect family swirl…
But you never lose sight of your baby girl Something to always enforce…
That matters of course… You can’t stop seeing that girl
A perfect family swirl… Anytime you look into my eyes
Something new to enforce… Each time it’s said a little part of me dies
You just won’t lose sight of that baby girl… Please go find a new family swirl
And let go of that girl
When I'm called daughter
It just makes it harder
Being called sister
Feels like blister
Something like child
Shouldn’t be too wild
Maybe say sibling
 Rainbow Cookies
Colors fall in Chronic cookies
Crushing your skull Rainbow depression
No way to get up Weight on my chest
You lack control It’s never-ending
Crumbling cookies No way to expand
Replace your brain Trapped in the narrative
Just a foreshadow Of being stuck in the sand
Of all that pain Try to escape
Lasts forever Alas it’s banned
Without a change

Got those rainbow cookies Chorus

To remind you
You can love anyone
And it’s ok
Those rainbow cookies
To help keep out the pain
Felt day by day
Rainbow cookies
To say you are who you are
And that won’t change

Darkness still lasts

Space left unfilled

Colors fill your head

Constant strong feeling
Press to the sides
Build up the pressure
Everything divides

Chorus
 Story
You are seen
Heard
Recognized
As a person on your own
We all have different stories
From where we’ve grown
The more contempt
The more it should be known
Losing our stories
Is to something we are prone
Take that kid walking
Seeking out someone
Kicking rocks on the path
And never feeling done
The parent holding their legs down
The toddler hiding in fear
The strange looks
Received from a peer
You are seen
Heard
Recognized
As a person on your own
We all have different stories
From where we’ve grown
The more contempt
The more it should be known
Losing our stories
Is to something we are prone
Take the lonesome shadow
Searching for the sun
Covered by the trees
Treated like it’s scum
Never tried to hurt no one
Just wanted to fit in
Hiding its true colors
From a world it doesn’t fit
You are seen
Heard
Recognized
As a person on your own
We all have different stories
From where we’ve grown
The more contempt
The more it should be known
Losing our stories
Is to something we are prone