Open Mic Poetry 2

I blend nearly all the time, especially since I starting wearing really femme stuff. 3 years hrt, laser, and eyebrow dedication phew.

So I went to this poetry open mic thing today. I went last month too and read something trans related. I don't mention it explicitly but I think I posted about it last month.

Today I read two things. This one I wrote in about five minutes that was really trans related for me.

a swirling visage,
trapped within my gaze,
drowns out the voices

the window remains frosted,
an effervescent stream
screams out from the abyss

face pressed against the glass,
numb,
at least now visible.

The other one I wrote a while back. You can read it here

I got a couple compliments from the peeps after. David, from last month came to talk with me, and gave me some really nice compliments. He seemed to really like the place he lives now. One really old guy called me the "traveling lady' and I was generally seen as female.

A part of me is laughing: They don't know do they? A part of me is crying: No one can see me. Reading that poem above to me was like being super vulnerable with all these strangers. It's like I want to be seen within the duality. I want to be seen as female but I also want to be seen as trans.