Category: citizen trans* {project}
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Hate is a fragile project a projection of fear stitched together like a man in a dress Boo! What you can’t see what you can’t understand thin as skin of hands without work thin as the child, unbullied …
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“Is it cold in the water?” Down thereriverbed girl kneels,palms reaching, knees bent,into oxidized sand. They say she’s hiding there,but you stillsee her —seismic,beckon worlds:Come build twin mountains.My chest is bared. In prayer her body repeatsitself. Girl echoes —Plunge your hands into cool clay,feel her churnthe energetic earth,and arise then fullof element. So gently she tilts back,arcs her heart…
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So what?Dead leaves hitting my bare shouldersduring the hottest Texas on record. And there weren’t little fireseverywhere in my organs. My name genuflected inside me,asking. So what?My conversations with Sydney-I fucking hate everybody especially the little twink & butchunder the heart of me. [voice message] You’re happy.I laughed in my cup- shades of kool-aid blue. So what?Wading…
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The First Lady and the President have both had equal levels of input into the following ideas, memorialised on this embossed paper, copied from the original crayon. 1 : Sad fags could write diaries 2: Sad fag children also 3: Tell all sad fags to write down their sadscreweduplonelyboringhornyheartbrokendirtynastyfilthyfunnyfunky strangewonderfulbeautiful littlesad thoughts down l 4: They would only write the diaries when they…
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This one’s for everyone out there who somebody wants out of this world, and everyone who cares about us. Let me tell you something.It may seem a little hard to believe,especially coming from someone like me,some chronically ill lesbian college student,a daughter of a daughter of immigrants.Just, promise me you’ll listen, okay?Let me tell you something. They…
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The day I awoke, To see a portent of things to come, I tried my hardest to weep for those who suffer, But found I could not. For as I searched within myself, The only thing I could feel was anger. “Hate is a strong word!” Cry the elders of my youth, Their hands…
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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…
