Category: citizen trans* {project}
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To turn man into woman, woman into man— Are thine, Inanna — Enheduanna, Sumerian High Priestess Queen of Heaven, hear the story of my body, a god’s curse, struck by the arrowhead of myth, flying serrated and true—hear me, godhead of all that is taboo. Hear my endless appetite, like Jörmungandr I…
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I am very fertile, no doctor has told me Still I am convinced Maybe in plea for loving wrongly And loving it Knowing no erect government will Touch me If I close my legs to that nuclear dream. For who am I to be unsafe under him Sweating From weight of conceivable worry When promise…
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I care about winning / I care about love / I care about fidelity to the cause / of causes / nothing is sacred / meaning you can’t be fooled / consider this / faithful as the taxi cab / as a glimmer in the window / or the teenyness of the world / God…
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her heart was light as a feather, her love was true as the tide. though you’d call her the devil, did those tears disappear, the ones you cried? you hold the gun to her teeth, because the mirror would just feel too real. what lovely little discordant portraits of sin you paint with brushes made…
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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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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 now a cis woman who demands autonomy over your chosen decision that never needs…
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I’ve died like this before Holding my own head subaqueous It doesn’t count if I only think about thinking about it Emotional mise en abyme The thoughts are barely my own I am allergic to my own body