A poem I wrote, about trans issues more or less (from an ftm perspective). After the fact I realized that it bears a little bit of resemblance to previous poems on EC. Though I assure the reader that was unintentional. Any comments are greatly appreciated, of course. "Maiden Prince" This cross I must bear alone The cage and struggle, my own Lying glass, painful truth But they say beautiful youth Why am I broken? Why am I shattered? Body a token of my mind, battered Lonely and confused prince Only have I seen him since Those far and future dreams He was kept between the reams Like a rip between the seams Slip, slip the prince did go Where only I can know I hold the key to his release If I use it he’ll be free, if I use it I’ll have peace But he urges me, “Oh beautiful youth, don’t. For if you choose me, they won’t.” They’re afraid of him, you see. Because inside, that prince is me. But they say “Beautiful youth, “You’re a maiden, tis the truth!” Then why am I broken? Why am I shattered? Body a token of my mind, battered Lonely and confused prince I will only see him whence I take my cross and tug my chain And shrug beloved family’s reign Truthful glass and painful lies I look now on my princely guise The scars from many battles won Yet still I long to be called son That cross I bore those days alone Just to be touched, Just to be known Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. -Peter-
That's really amazing. Just wow. I love it ! Its crazy how mu ch you can express yourself through art.
