Returning with another installment in the life of the American soldier and trans man, Aamir Ali. Scroll all the way to the bottom to catch up on his poetic series about becoming someone he loves. This particular story is about the days surrounding an important event for him - Chest surgery. My Surgeon was Dr. … Continue reading Verse 5 – The Not So New Me – Becoming Aamir Ali
Culture Shock – Verse 3 – Becoming Aamir Ali
Culture shock Imagine growing up faster than you wanted to, but also only seeing the world from one side. The lenses were not rosetinted I knew the world was not rainbows and sunshine. It was the color of confusion. Having feelings that religion told me I would go to hell for, And those who judge … Continue reading Culture Shock – Verse 3 – Becoming Aamir Ali
In the Beginning, I Did Not Know — Verse 2 — Becoming Aamir feat. Murjoni
Read Verse 1 -- In the Beginning, I Did Not Know or Read -- "In the Beginning, I was a Girl" -- Part 1 of Becoming Aamir Ali In the Beginning, I Did Not Know -- Verse 2 -- Becoming Aamir feat. Murjoni Did you think gifts would erase what you said? Words cut deep. … Continue reading In the Beginning, I Did Not Know — Verse 2 — Becoming Aamir feat. Murjoni
In The Beginning — I Did Not Know. — Verse 1 — Becoming Aamir feat. Julia S. Powell Art
Continued from Episode 1 -- In the Beginning, i was a girl Who am I ? What am I? Damaged. IF You believe you are dirt. THEN You believe you deserve to be treated like dirt. You do stupid shit when you don’t believe in yourself. I wanted to feel loved, accepted, valued, beautiful. I … Continue reading In The Beginning — I Did Not Know. — Verse 1 — Becoming Aamir feat. Julia S. Powell Art
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I want to take the time to discuss and review life with it's glorified fuckery and stigmas -- From MY measly bi-melanted vantage point. Maybe, you will even come to find me a little #ReeLateable
In The Beginning — I Was A Girl — Becoming Aamir Ali. The Pre-Verse.
Sometimes I would wonder -- What it would feel like to be free? -- Free from worry, free from hurt, free of the person I see in the mirror.