Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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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It’s been stated “wrong stall” Before he’s steady at my hips Not two steps away From his own Stumble bump’s Yet he can stay steady at my hip’s His hands wafting around my skin I Could’ve just doubled the sink But ya dipped one knee between My leg and paralleled yourself as a spit stained…
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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
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Don’t trust any others. We trust only Trump. The others are liars, we trust only Trump. Just Trump knows the truth, only Trump knows all secrets. You can be too careful. Yes, your kindness is needless. Beatitudes’ weakness, it’s weakness to care. It’s weakness to give, and it’s weakness to share. You scare us. Don’t…
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today I watched the sunpaint gold and mauve cloudswith rays that pierced a crownthrough the rippled changing sky we are water and matter and patterns, mutable and unmuzzled free to bescattered breadcrumb building blocksthat we can make become ways I am more animal than human: I like to let my body do what it doesuse my…
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Who you are is not the choices you make Who you are is the choices you make ad infinitum I chose to keep breathing when I didn’t want to You are not your mistakes You are your routines, no matter how small The rhythm of your coffeepot and morning cigarette The strangers you avoid eye…