Category: citizen trans* {project}
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After “The Once and Future Witches” by Alix Harrow The Latin for ‘book’ is liber As in: liberty When one takes another’s books They take their liberty A book can be anything But most commonly it is a story And within that story Knowledge And when those stories are whispered From parent to child It’s…
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Running from a life no longer mine, I thought I was running toward myself only to discover two years later, that I aspired to jettison my emotions, too. Boxed, locked, and chained to me, I kicked them off, a thousand fathoms deep… and down in the deep I lost my bearings – only guided by…
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My body is too much body My body spills too much honey melanin Is too much hummingbird and corn stalk Too much snake tongue Too much for a world so little My body is strong body Body is made of coconut tree bones Body is made of wet back Body is made of roasted meat…
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my father’s voice still lingers in my mouth a sharp, metallic echo something that stings like jack and regret he taught me how to numb, how to hold the body still as the world keeps pushing it pushing me to be more than i could ever be without disappearing. he taught me to take that…
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Rotten meat everyday, The roaches infesting me away, What’s the point in being astray? What’s the point in not living correctly everyday? Why is such life a mess? Unlucky, unlucky boy. I am the unlucky boy. The so called “boy” whose name shall not be discussed They sing the same tune in order to have…
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Look thru these deliverance-denied eyes: You are now a child from a land beyond this land. All you need is an altruistic hand. What you get instead is a jail bereft of a bed. Look thru these deliverance-denied eyes: You are a cis woman who demands autonomy over your chosen decision that never needs a…
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I shouldn’t yearn to hold a knife, Slice it against my palm, my wrist. It’s blade, holds in it’s balance, my life. But oh God is it getting hard to resist. I have flesh and bones and skin, They don’t show others me though. My skin, that’s not mine, for it I’ll sin. In my…
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With a bustling city of thoughts, I can never be left quite alone. On a tragic day where I realize; I am not myself, A man in the rear view mirror, the traffic is slow. One I cannot reach— I wonder about his name, …
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It’s been stated “wrong stall” Before he’s steady at my hips Not two steps away From his own Stumble bump’s Yet he can stay steady at my hip’s His hands wafting around my skin I Could’ve just doubled the sink But ya dipped one knee between My leg and paralleled yourself as a spit stained…
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Queer, I untethermy father swindles sorrowmom sorrows mirrorsBible-belt state, weep.Your children die under foot:martyrs for plains’ droughtpoem : queer bodyLines usurp skin, walk freely,roll the stone away Pulse should be bloodbeat—laughter metronome heart odeUnbullet my sibs!Why does every Queerbaptism end with rooftop kiss?Anoint us alive!let my poems beunburden; occult birdsongs:genderfuck too-reegod said queer thee earthlet…