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Detta är en dikt som föddes när jag fick transfientlighet innan kaffe, men egentligen fanns den långt innan. TW: transfientlighet, funkofientlighet, nämnande av självmord och självskada, föräldrar, psykisk sjukdom, raism


Now that I got coffee - Fuck you!

Now that I got coffe – fuck you!

Fuck you, transphobic, transhostile, ”feminist” Terf
and your ”male privelige” and your hate.

Fuck you, you normal, non-hostile humans
with your cis-dom and your ”concern” over young transpeoples bodies

Fuck you, you ”christians” who spew your ”Against God”-tripe over our lives.

Fuck you, you helpful people, you ”allies”, that ”just asks a question” about our fucking genitals!

Fuck you, who say that young trans people just ”goes through a phase”, and want to
scrutinise their RIGHT to transition, their right to their lives!

Fuck you, who endlessly argues about They/Them. And fuck you who needs (forever) time to ”get used to” pronouns, that you don't intend to use anyway.

Fuck you cis-people who puts us through talk after talk, paper after paper, diagnose for mental illness after another. Fuck you, who hold up the racist binary.

Fuck you and your baby showers and reveal parties. The only things those pearls and guns reveal is that you are an asshole.

Fuck you and your toxic masculinty, your fear and loathing of trans women.

Fuck you, with your binary gendering of an infant. Fuck you with your gendered ultra sound!

Fuck you and your transphobic transition phases, fuck you with your forever questions, trying to find a way in.

Fuck you and your hateful families, your kicking out of your kids, your hate and your fears. Fuck you for inflicting these wounds and scars.

Fuck you for every trans person that reach out on the internet, because you fucking failed them!

Fuck you and your ”she goes by male pronouns!”

Fuck you and your gendered bathrooms, and your obsession of toilet habits, for legislate your systematic hate.

Fuck you and your non-caring about suicide and mental illness. Fuck your ableism.

Fuck your norms of whiteness, of cisgender, your ableness. Fuck you for wanting us to pass, for killing us when we dont.

Fuck you for telling us to hate our bodies, and our minds. Fuck you for making us self-harm ourselves just to get an outlet.

Fuck you you fucking parents that hate. For meeting your childs identity with hate and scorn, and the wrong name on the tombstone.

Fuck you, society, for hating us and both make us the freaks and the invisble.

Fuck you for all the harm you do, for all the souls with their scars.

And fuck you, for killing us when we try to live.

Just fuck you!




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Publicerad 2018-05-24 16:56



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Jag skulle jättegärna vilja se den på svenska eftersom jag tycker om när det är känsligare men inte banalt utan med en energi i det som sägs. Och så är jag svag för de gånger man använder svordomar och ändå får en text som känns viktig i det skribenten vill säga. Att svära o skriva poesi är inte fullt så lätt.
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