Category: citizen trans* {project}
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let new color shoot of wild garlic in eye hole worms shitnew soil on periosteum wherever i rainpink-walled skywill also be
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Our very own lebensraum: the Gulf of America, Greenland, and Canada, too.I fear I’m overstepping here, but President Jackson’s portrait is backIn the Oval Office. My heart goes out to all the very fine people in the crowd,He said with a wink. It’s the Inauguration, after all. Out with the old: Critical Race Theory, In with…
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I am afraid, godI am falling in love at the tsunami tideI am fallingIn loveDare i say it On Babys breathI amFalling inLoveAs the men pick up their spearsGreat big spearsAnd lie down armsSoft handsFor those with hard knucklesAnd bloodied tooth smiling grinsWorst comes to worst isWorse than i can dare thinkBecause i amListen, godI…
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My bleeding ribs not from a bra seen as a sin by many, ran away into the sea of Gender I love, risen Forward, bans all other in my ear dominating as Ares a new era
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I have no gender. I am only a shape, a sound, my breath, and then I’m gone. If you remember me, that’s your problem.
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& I get it, it’s not the market’s place/ desire/priority, to accommodate me, what the market will bear doesn’t care for me to assert what might curdle the vibe/chip the veneer/offer shoppers less-than-a-smile while we’re worshipping the god of transactions —it’s a functional [kind of] exhaustion, daily not to correct them—at work, ignoring your THEY/THEM shirt,…
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Red, white, and blue. An orange-faced felon. My mother’s favorite mug staring at me with the other water-spotted dishes in the sink that I had avoided too long. My finger pads, and blood, are the same shade as the red on the cup, the red of the flag, and they…
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I pledge allegiance to Allah, to God not the God of presidents or bombs but Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful. Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem: in the name of Allah, I pledge allegiance to a world without genocide, without carceral slavery, as al-Qahhar, as-Salam, the Peaceful Subduer wishes. I pledge allegiance to Allah, O’Gentle Allah, al-Latif that…
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I would be lying if I didn’t say I never believed in eternal damnation, if I was never told I was dirty, filthy after being told “I love you.” We crowd in fear. We tuck our tongues against our molars and hope– I am your wannabe dyke fag who you say is unreal. You call…
