Questions

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I wrote this poem during my senior year of high school. It was during a time where I thought I might be transgender, and I was afraid of saying anything. This short poem as it gets dark towards the end, pays a reference/tribute to the many that have lost their lives because of wanting to transition and either being unable, or people wouldn't accept them for who they were by raising awareness.

Questions
 
Why do we do this?
Is it out of curiosity?
Generosity?
Upset due to an atrocity?
Feel so out of place we run from it all lost in the city?
 
Feeling so lost while trying to be found.
Thought I had found my peace, but something changed and now I’m Bound.
Bound for a different path using new pronouns.
The pronouns that when they’re not used people drown.
Drown in emotions of being lost, then found, but broken and worn down.
 
Broken beyond repair, and worn down to a fault.
A fault that can lead to a knot.
A knot that a family will not understand, thinking their child was so happy but in reality was not.
Not knowing why their child died, one works too much and the other has been drinking a lot.
A lot has gone by while the sibling finally grows old enough to finally learn why their sibling has died; Leaving a certain darkness to reside, until we pass on from this lie.

-J.C.P.-


Submitted: October 18, 2020

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