VeneVidiVici• Show poetry

There's not too much to say about me. I'm a dark brunette with a bit of copper. I have hazel eyes that sometimes look gray, brown, or green, depending on seasons.

I'm an extremely avid reader and writer. Writing is my passion. I've written a few novels, none of them really up to what I'd like them to be, and a lot of poetry. I'm a grammar freak, which is obvious seeing as I corrected my classmates' grammar in kindergarten. Not kidding.

Despite the fact that all my interests center around literature, my grades are pretty average. I do pretty well academically in general, but I'm nothing special. And I'm awful at math.

Tastes? Spiritual sometimes, but everything else is pure, undeluded fantasy. ^^ In music, I like Celtic, musicals, spiritual, and a few orchestral things. My iPod is probably the weirdest iPod you will ever see in your life.

HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

WHO IS VENE VIDI VICI

I am the coldest winter night,
Urging birds on winter flight,
The silent world engaged in white,
Freezing dead the deepest bite.

I am the highest flying crane,
Beneath the moon in darkest wane,
Prowling 'mongst the reed and cane,
Unbound from earthly mortal chain.

I am the fiercest tiger threat,
My hunger unappeased but swift to whet,
Beyond the coil of mortal fret,
My distant glare you'll not forget.

I am the coiled rattlesnake,
My thirst you cannot dare to slake,
And lest I from my sleep awake,
You'll run until I overtake.

I am the peaceful starry sky,
Filled with angel song on high,
Radiant when the moon is nigh,
The wind disturbs beyond a sigh.

I am the conquerer, standing tall,
Building up my immortal wall,
To never from my standing fall,
I the conquerer, conquer all.