Category: citizen trans* {project}
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after i met Godi remembered a warningi left the wrong throat behind God created an erasure poemhis absence was noted as a deprivationthere weremaggots in the communion wafersnow i recognize it as leftover cartilage each prayera barrel lodged in my windpipe with such smugness they saythe bible corners you knife to throati might burst into…
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They rally, “Men are men, Women are women,” andthe throngs follow invigorated, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”I howl, wail, and sob, “I am only a Person,” in response, allin various places, most private and indoors. Funnily enough – the Closet. The Orange Man grins and calls all his thralls stupid to their faces andthey yell, “Yeah! Yeah!…
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Maybe if we sat down and spokeYou’d realize we can’t simply disagreeAnd I’m not apart of an agenda that’s wokeI’m a kid begging people to let me be me Bathroom bills are starting to passAnd a military ban is again up for debateSo I don’t mean for my words to be crassBut time’s running out—we’re…
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i cannot change set minds. i resist by planting seeds. every root cracks the concrete a little more. my silence is not your victory. i carry fire under my tongue. i bite down on silence until it snaps. i live louder than their laws permit. breathing becomes rebellion when they want me gone. i keep…
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Over the past few weeks, I watched on TV, some exciting T20 cricket matches. Besides the riveting cricket, what was on show was a troupe of dancing girls who performed at all the matches. Scantily dressed, they gyrated and went through provocative motions, from platforms, to the glee of spectators. Not to conceal their real…
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Today? I put down the character shoes,the taps, slip soft—socks onto bare feet. I lay on the ground,because my bed is too soft,and its breathing… The floor cradles me in its boards,and splinters acupuncture;cold needles through my hoodie and sweatpants. I curl into a ball.The wood creaks with my joints. Tomorrow? I will stand in…
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I used to think Billy was kindto be kind that his mother raisedhim right but I think maybe he just gotleft behind learned to hate a little latemy kind yeah “my kind” and “his kind”I stayed nice we played beyblades and I gotleft behind women’s work and family valuesmy kind he hummed and tapped nirvana…
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For 2 weeks, you move into my little house, a trialwe fight a little about your other lovers quietly walk to visit Cletus, the neighbor’s calfwho rejects our apple and gnaws desperate at the fence post—pica we worry for the country,a flurry of horrors make luxurious food stamp mealscurried legumes, caramelized alliums it snows twice,…
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Shhh – don’t look – shhh, don’t it’s hithit hit hit youHitler and he hasn’t had a breakbreak break breakfastI mean take a break kid – go faster –quick he’s on your heels forfor for everi mean fortitudei mean formulai mean run.Run run run run runrun runta runt – it’s you – get it?see? see?…
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In the way that I speak,the way that I walk,this sense of otherness – a presence.One inescapable, one unyielding,one that only if I wish to dareI might have to stop, find its essence. This body was not made with me in mind,I’m made of a mother’s flesh,a heart full of other’s thorns.The wounds I earn…