Woman Jay Rose Ana
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A poetic journey into gender transition
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Whispers in the Wind // Spoken Word // Poem
Original poem about the calmness of the forest, written at a time when I was feeling low, and yearned for some inner peace.
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Dying Light
An original spoken word poem about losing someone you love.
DYING LIGHT
I need to stay, let me look upon you,
And see your smile, as you rest in this place.
Your place is ready, and soon you must leave.
But I dare not move nor can walk away.
Give my sorry to your homeward angel,
Who waits to gently guide you on your way.
Please tell her, from me, she is fortunate.
To have this moment to guide you today.
And say, your smile must remain, here with me,
In my care, as you head through heavens’ gate.
I feel comfort from your warmth upon me.
Let me look upon you, my life can wait.
Your light dries my tears, as they fall from sight.
And your smile fills my strength for tomorrow,
My eyes need to see you not in sorrow,
To give me courage to see through the night.
(c) Jay Rose Ana
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You Are Fabulous
An original spoken word poem of affirmation.
YOU ARE FABULOUS
I see you and I respect you.
I am ready to accept you.
Don't be afraid and don't worry.
There is no rush and no hurry.
You're amazing and fabulous.
Your truth is so miraculous.
You are so beautifully whole.
Simply you, not playing a role.
You do not fit into a box.
Nor qualify for a label.
You are uniquely you, and
Of that, you are more than able.
Should you ever struggle to cope.
Let me remind you, you bring hope.
You help me walk another mile.
And your example warms my smile.
Each new dawn lights a hopeful day.
True friends will never walk away.
You shine brightly as you stand tall.
A brilliant beacon for us all.
I see you and I respect you.
I am ready to accept you.
The votes agree unanimous.
You are utterly fabulous.
(c) Jay Rose Ana
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Transgender Dinosaurs
An original spoken word poem about being transgender and feeling like an endangered species.
TRANSGENDER DINOSAURS
A million years passed right on by.
Countless dinosaurs lived and died.
A fricking great meteor struck the sea.
Humans woke to what they could be.
Then turned and looked the other way.
Someone else’s problem today.
Thousands more years, fell on deaf ears.
Monuments stood thousands of years.
Millions of lives, slaves cast in stone.
Forgotten today, largely unknown.
And arguments, and fights, and wars.
Over lands, and skies, and fields and shores.
Hundreds of years trading on fears.
Promises for sale, delivering tears.
The skies now filled with chimney smoke.
Ashen hopes in a filthy cloak.
Loosening grasp of what life means.
Forget the beautiful things we've seen.
Tens of years yet millions of tears.
Wondering why, hiding with fears.
Went by for us, lines for a bus.
Fake deals, two for them one for us.
Turning the dial, earning a dime.
Struggling to survive, turning to crime.
Months pass on by, silently shout.
Why am I here? What's life all about?
Some standing tall, bursting with pride.
Some can't wait to get off this ride.
Some cry, some fall, some die, some shout.
Most shrinking small, veiled in doubt.
Hours go by, we run out of tea.
To the shops, dishing hate to me.
Braving past the ‘isms and ‘phobes.
Virtue signals, turning their nose.
Clenching fists and keeping scores.
Oh god! I miss the dinosaurs.
(c) Jay Rose Ana
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Severn Heaven
Original spoken word poetry about exploring and drifting along the beautiful River Severn in the United Kingdom.
SEVERN HEAVEN
I am in heaven.
Everything I imagine.
Or ever could imagine.
I am in heaven.
And who did I find?
I found me right there, dwellin’.
No more hate, no one yellin’.
I am in heaven.
I hover and glide.
Upon the wing of a prayer.
Smiling face, the wind in my hair.
Oh! I am in heaven.
As far as the eyes,
Can see, nothing but heaven.
A cooling breeze, waters are clear,
Trees are free, heaven.
Breathing easily.
No more stress, the air is free.
And I feel like me. One, two, three
Four, five, six, heaven.
I have found where my heart longs to be.
The place where I can be free, be me.
Amidst the graceful streams of heaven.
Floating along, the River Severn.
(c) Jay Rose Ana
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The Canvas Weeps
Original spoken word poetry about feeling out of place.
THE CANVAS WEEPS
Is what I am doing selfish?
Is that why I feel alone?
Surrounded by understanding faces.
Making carefully considered spaces.
For them, not me, the different one.
Slowly extracting me from them,
Through the label of assurity.
They call it inclusion.
Yet, I feel an intrusion.
Into their normality.
A juxtaposition of morality.
Some think it a triviality.
Some call it, losing my marbles.
Some call it, tolerance and understanding.
Some use transphobic language,
A lexicon, created for people like me.
A gift, from the world,
Thank you so much for describing me.
Another form of labelling.
An abstraction of a human painting.
Framed within an open prison.
Solitary. Alone. Disconnected.
Surrounded by walls of solidarity.
I am, for the world to see, a moment in time.
Stillness captured, but I am, and always will be, me.
A dichotomy. So, I smile, and I wonder.
If they will ever see, the love between the layers of me.
They do look on with appreciation.
For the sacrifice they make in the name of we.
But I am no more than a blend of their tones.
Artwork for its colour than meaning.
Sporadically put on show, placed prominently,
Then veiled and left to gather dust.
Just inside the glance of passing feet.
But just outside the reach of a heartbeat.
So, dust it is, my only friend.
A unique perspective.
A beautiful never.
A lost forever.
A sealed window to a selfish me.
And there, right there, amongst the dust.
The colours fade.
As the years pass,
The frame gently splinters.
And over many, many, winters.
The dust keeps,
And the canvas weeps.
(c) Jay Rose Ana
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