A group poetry therapy session?
There is so much suffering and sadness here on PITT and we all need a break. I suggest a group poetry therapy session. How about remaking our favorite songs and poems to let out our pain and rage? Put'em in the comments. Write them in separate articles. Do your best. Do your worst. Don't hold back.
I am nobody's poet, but I can start with one of my favorite oldie but goodie songs—Jack and Diane.
Little ditty about Jackie - Diane
An American kid growing in the Transland
Jackie's gonna be a man and a dad
Diane is not here, that name is dead
Sucking on a vape
In his room all alone
A plush shark on her lap,
Jack’s feeling quite grown
Mom calls out, “hey Diane
Put down your phone
Come to the kitchen”
Jack lets out a groan
Say a
Oh yeah, trans goes on
Long after the thrill of pretending is gone
Say a
Oh yeah, trans goes on
Long after the thrill of pretending is gone
Jackie sits up
Collects her rage for a moment
Puts on his binder
And does her best James Dean
“mom, I'm Jack, we both know it”
Mom says, “baby,
You don’t know nuth-in”
Jackie, say-a
Oh yeah, trans goes on
Long after the thrill of pretending is gone
Say a
Oh yeah, trans goes on
Long after the thrill of pretending is gone
Oh, let it rock, let it roll
Don’t let the wokeness belt choke your soul
Hold on to your children as long as you can
Change is coming 'round real soon
Turning girls into men
Oh yeah, trans goes on
Long after the thrill of pretending is gone
Say a
Oh yeah, trans goes on
Long after the thrill of pretending is gone
A little ditty 'bout Jackie - Diane
An American kid with a desperate plan.
When she was younger, so much younger than today
She wore only dresses, even when out to play
But now those days are gone and she's no longer self assured
Her mind was changed when trans infiltrated it through Tumblr and Discord
Help me if you can I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you parents being 'round
Help me get her feet back on the ground
Won't you please please help me!
We went to therapy for reason and reality
That ship, however, sailed with affirmation only
It only worsened her fragile mental state
And made her all the more insecure
Help me if you can I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate parents being 'round
Help me get her feet back on the ground
Won't you please please help me!
I continue to hope and continue to pray
That this trans madness will eventually go away
But in the meantime wokeness has me undone
With chants of "Do you want a dead daughter or living son?"
Help me if you can I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you parents being 'round
Help me get her feet back on the ground
Won't you please please help me!
Walking on eggshells
holding the rope tight in 100 directions
desperately balancing.
Friends, children, family
whirling around
wrapping tighter and tighter.
Disapprove, approve
icy silence and loud yells
as you balance on the shell
of your hollowed out life.