Category: citizen trans* {project}
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The apples on my dining table have rotted. Fruit flies buzz around my sink full of dishes and the sickly too sweet skin in my fruit bowl, but I leave the apples and can’t quite remember if I’ve had one bottle of water or two, but fuck it, I’ll drink another diet coke, just to…
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Writing helps when going over options. Careful phrasing crafts discussions. Vernaculating the colloquial dictates how thoughts mull. Privileged poetry (including mine) can be silver spoons force-feeding lies. Taste buds tricked into favoring sides. Dialed-up cruelty laying foundations. Rewiring hearts and minds with sayings. I’m lighting up brainstorming to guide you back in. We’re grim reaping…
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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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It’s not fair they’ll never see me as a man, Because I want to be the kind of man they’d be proud of. But they’ll never see me as a man. I’ll go on T, And get top surgery, I’ll change my legal name, too. But I guarantee that in their minds I’ll always be…
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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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my father’s voice still lingers in my mouth a sharp, metallic echo something that stings like jack and regret he taught me how to numb, how to hold the body still as the world keeps pushing it pushing me to be more than i could ever be without disappearing. he taught me to take that…
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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 a cis woman who demands autonomy over your chosen decision that never needs a…