Waiting- A Poem, By Alexia Jasmene
Waiting…
Always ready, always seeking, always yearning
Waiting for connection that we all deserve
Waiting for someone to see me as me and desire me all in one.
So I put myself out in the verse
From the online dance to the queer spaces of mirth
I get looks of interest,
Conversations emerge
And a connection begins.
Slowly fanning the flames with minutiae of smiles,
Gestures, and feminine wiles,
I begin to foster a hope inside but try to control the growth
A feared of losing control and snuffing out this flame
With exuberance for possibilities
So I breathe, and I smile, and I wait…
Wondering if this is fate or just another face
Connection seems to lock and my despair,
Needing to be quenched,
Latches on to the hope of this interaction
Seeping in doubt and making me falter for a beat,
But I recover…
“Push it back, push it back, push it back
Not this time, not this one, not this girl,
This connection is genuine and she won’t turn,
But baby steps, don’t rush the field
Don’t let her see your brokenness…”
So we continue exchanging laughter filled quips,
And I begin to wonder if I should go all in?
The moment of truth, I tell her I’m trans
“You’re funny!”
I tinge
“Wow I couldn’t tell!”
I sigh
“You’re so gorgeous”
The fear builds up inside
“I like you but I have a partner”
And I begin to drown in despair
“I don’t ‘do’ dating”
I slowly nod and wince a smile
Trying to hide the years of shame
And me trying to hide
Hide myself from myself
Hide myself from the world
Hide myself from feeling worthy of love
So I move on and wipe it off,
But this happens again,
And again,
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Until it feels like there’s no end
That physical connection with another woman I like
Is fleeting once they’re expectations aren't met
Reinforcing my deep shame and hate for the way I was made
Digging out countless nights of a chest so heavy
That I feel crushed by the weight
Of crying and screaming in my hands cursing and trying to change my fate
Fearing abandonment which had become a norm from a childhood born
And not feeling beautiful, allowed to feel good or worthy of love…
So I keep face,
Quickly cracking as each breath escapes the cave of my shame
Seeping onto my mask
So I leave and cry myself to sleep
As my body aches
Aches for this just to stop
Aches for me to finally feel at home in my own body
Aches for someone to love me as me
Aches for expectations to be met
The aches increase and I begin to lose breath
Crying violently like a quake unsettling the dead
Not able to find connection or love
The darkness comes back
And I long for this to end
I long for a way out which I can’t seem to see
(gasp)
I long for a way to set myself free
(faster gasp)
Yet these thoughts won’t leave!
(faster gasp)
Maybe they’re right, maybe I don't deserve life
(faster gasp)…
So I envision my 9 year old self when all this shame began
(slower gasp)
And see her scared and alone, feeling without a home
(slower gasp)
And I approach her and kneel
(slower gasp)
And I tell her it’ll be alright
(slower gasp)
That I’m here and love her
(almost breath)
That I’ll never leave her
(small breath)
That she’s beautiful and deserves to be loved
(medium breath)
So we embrace and I try to calm her with a mantra
(Breathe)
“you deserve to feel good, you deserve to be loved”
(Breathe)
“You deserve to feel good, you deserve to be loved”
(Breathe)
“You deserve to feel good, you deserve to be loved”
(Slow Breath)
“You are beautiful, trans IS beautiful”
And then we smile
And she disappears for awhile
Always there and usually scared,
But fine for now…
So I guess I’ll keep on waiting somehow
Waiting for someone who just sees me
That isn’t hung up on social normalcy
That isn’t taken and is in a place to try
Try to be vulnerable and connect…
So I’ll keep waiting,
But maybe, I’m just waiting for me.