Author: brooklyn
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Manifestation is a word I became obsessed with during my churchgoing years. I miss the adrenaline of manifestation—the mystical idea of an ethereal being possessing my body—the hope that something beyond my reality could be possible—something that could take me away into bliss. So much changed in my life the year after Trump was elected.…
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You say what we decideShouldn’t be a reason to divideBut it’s a little hard not to divideWhen you’re already chastised.When you’re already cast asideWhen you’re already marginalizedCan’t vote across an aisleCan’t write in the marginsLike my whole life is just a side noteA freakish side showTo be forgottenBecause God forbidYou colored outside your linesBut I’m…
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after tristan richards & david epstein nov. 2024 arrived like the creation of a sex robot from various sci-fi films: weird science, ex machina, westworld—ironically where most days my fate is resigned to.western society, western superiority, western ideology– manufactured for pleasure but is it pleasing when greed usurps resources from beneath our actual feet?coal, oil,…
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I see that little boyStaring back at meIn the mirrorIn the morningCouldn’t be clearerWhat I see But It all falls apartWhen I look downLittle princeWhere’s your crownWipe your tearsHide your frownYour fine Just a littleMixed upNothing we can’tFix butMight take some timeThey’re not on our sideThe people are blind
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Torch the damn buildings down and speak with your whole throat. Make your actions meaningful, the profile pic filters and memes are embarrassing at this point and don’t mean shit. (I’m so sick and tired of having to teach people how to show up for me as if I’m a new element on the periodic table that…
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The average life expectancyFor trans people is 35Due to violence and suicide My future vision is blurryI can see fuzzy outlinesShadows taking shape I see a face crumpled in sorrowHeavy with loss and longingUntil I’m stiff as a board in a boxThen light as a feather I don’t want to be just another statisticI deserve to live a…
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I weep thinking of the loss.The loss of human life.Trans day of remembrance is a hard day.One that makes someone ponder. These lives matter.These lives have meaning and deserve respect.Where do these souls go?When a light is snuffed out, The Gods weep.What hatred must be in their hearts.Their triple heaters are cold to the touch.Their heart protectors…
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each morning I wake up& wonder which part of my body has become aland mine. yesterday, my mouth.the taste of ash coatedmy tongue, eating holesthrough each taste bud my eyes, still closed as the news plays tragedyon the television, shake seizure-like inside of me today, my uterus.no longer shedding orbleeding or bloating butstill fertile enough to turn into a weapon. womb run red…
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For a month I avoided my fatherhe called I called he called he calledhe called I called he called he calledhe called I called I called he called as we shouted at each otherinto the cave from the walk homefrom the takeout line from workduring lunch break from joyridingin the car from 2:00 PM when workwas…
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it’s easier if i disclose what i am up front, easiest if you do the work for both of us to decide for yourself. transparency isn’t key, but wants to. i can shift this blood around to give a moreconvincing presentation. tada. muscle like it’s a dying trophy, bonfire of carbs, & it’s the year…