Saturday, January 23, 2010

Plight

I hear stories about children
who grow up how they should
their parents struggle
but eventually do what's right
their true love shines.

Feelings of empathic joy
burst from my chest
reaching out to these kids
that are able to be real
to themselves and the world.

But from my own eyes
the showers flow free
sadness and envy
for many lost years
and now lost parents.

I'm an orphan girl
alone on the streets
taken in to find replacements
of such parents
that turned their back.

5 comments:

Stace said...

Debra,

I was welling up reading that.

Sterke,
Stace

Dana Andra said...

Hi Debra,

You and your travails always manage to make me tear up, too, but there's a bunch of good news in this vlog, also. Especially the stuff at work. I'm with a company at the moment that is deep into diversity, including LGBT, but it's really a challenge to imagine myself going full-time with the group I'm currently with. Still, people can surprise you. The license and other document changes are very exciting. In the end, I always enjoy reading your blog and watching your vlog. You really seem like such a nice person.

Love
Dana
xxxx

Shannon said...

Very lovely poem, hon. Most of us (trans-folks) are orphans of one kind or another. Watching you grow has been a blessing. You know I'm here for you whenever you need me. Kinda good perk of being unemployed. ;)

Debra said...

Thanks girls.

Yes I will leave the sadness and envy in the poem. That is the point of writing it, after all...to get it out.

Treacle said...

I hope you're feeling a bit better, darling Debra.

If you get the chance, I'd be delighted if you'd enter my lingerie giveaway. Maybe it'll cheer you up? :-)

Confessions of Lingerie Addict

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