Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I am not man enough for your machinerytoo sissy to stomach a pat downtoo emotional for a confrontationtoo weak to snarl back at the bomb dogan anomaly of flesh and furyflagged in your state-sanctioned surveillancealarms wailing as they scan my bodyanother bent cog in the binaryGibson rolling in their grave shouting “pink or blue”this apparatus…
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I am the most feminine man you know!So feminine, eyeliner melts off my faceIn the sweat of your friend’s punk show,glitter flaked on my cheeks like wild dirt. So feminine, my chest is full and girly soft.I know you’re used to masculine empty space,but guys, that’s just the kind of man I am—I’m soft hearted…
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Welcome to the land of the not-so-freeWhere peace is but a dream ConformSubmitDon’t you want to be American? RepentLamentMy god how do you live with yourself ResistProtestWe will not be erased They were never looking out for the peopleOnly themselves
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I ran into a bus once,The bus didn’t noticeIt drove on, unscathed,So much bigger, more potentThat’s how life works,Little things, insects, crumbsTo be dustedWe don’t careWe move on
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America needs to be what it was founded uponA nation of immigrantsDreamers as it wereLet us be pioneers for the outliersSeeking a home to be freeLet those dreamers be freeLet it be a love for rainbowsNot tyrants schemingCrushing those with their power aboveLet it be a landWith no false patriotismLet opportunity be equalAs life is…
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because what do you say,when you have already shot me?will you hand me bandages,gauze,a bandaid maybe?that’s all you have now,but before I had the power to cauterize my wound—andsodidyoubutnowwestandhere.I am full of fear,and you are upset I am afraid.I’ll hold that open wounduntil I’m coughing up blood.my hands are stained,you can broadcast it live on…
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Click the pen; cock the ink.You say “Look at what we’ve become.”I say “Look at what we’ve begun.” You see despair and rebels, ruthless.You see people oppressed and afraid.You see a war in our futureBecause we can’t change today. My friend, I see Americans!I see hope and strength.I see the Stonewall riotersWho challenged the laws,…
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when I talk about myself,no matter how big or small.So I sit in a class about existentialism – philosophy or psychology we’ll never know… I want to scream that I know my reason for living!My existence was…
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they’ve never touchedthe awful brightnessof kitchen shears.neither one issitting. both arewalking every poolwall home. bothare spitting stoneslike night musiclike secretswith soft babyears. they wantpeople to know them.a bowl of warmlimes to set themalmost free. hereare their noticings: when they campand don’t chargea great bearthe ground stitchesitself backtogether. whenthey play softballwith too smallmitts and pantstheir childhoodreturns…
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Everyone on screen hates that guy from Maine where sidewalks run in full technicolor There’s five of them in a great white circle they must be the fucking worst at thanksgiving TV aglow — Ingraham’s disfigured mug stiff with hate tightened in intolerance Out the foxhole trying to put Planter in place sharpening teeth —…