Category: citizen trans* {project}
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FIRST BLOODY SHOT IN AGES. EVERYTWO WEEKS I STICK A NEEDLEIN MY LEG AND HOPE I DON’TFEEL IT. TODAY I STICKIT IN HALFWAY AND FEELAN INTERNAL TWITCH. I THINKABOUT CHICKENING OUT ANDPUSHING THE PLUNGER, HALF IN.I THINK ABOUT THE KIDS. ITHINK ABOUT THE KID I USEDTO BE. I STICK THE FUCKING NEEDLEALL THE WAY IN…
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Hold fast, darling.Hold tight to me. Those sirens aren’t going away any time soon, no. Don’t look out there. Look at me.Hold tight to me. Remember the trip we took last April? Into the White Mountains?We thought it would be spring, but found feet of snow on the ground instead.Yes, we thought we’d go for…
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Bones are party clothes,and it’s nearing the end of the night. they’ve worn me down slowly– grinding,itchy and tight: making the flesh of my heelshurt, feel like i’ve got these hot, heavycoals that’re taking their master’s role–becoming the ones who dig and taketo make their way through all my muscles& all the way down to…
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Tell me—I heard your speech on homophobia,listened to the daft opinions you threw like stones,the way you called it a curse, a sin,how you’d rather a dead child than a gay one. Tell me—can a rapist be homophobic?I want to know how you moved so quicklyfrom predator to preacher,from devourer to denouncer.Oh! But maybe amnesia…
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I wake sickeningly, to quiet change. Andit seems the world has shifted, fallen, I amnot alone in this respect.But outside, the lawnmowers still sound thesame.The sun has not changed its color as itcomes through the tree. Nihil sub solenovum– taxonomically,we’re all still here.
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Silence is the way they like us.It’s the way they keep us down, and below,Looking unlike ourselves and up at them.Every breath shallow and undisturbed.Not an action, but a state of being—Silence instead of just quiet. so when Death soaks our history,Every story remains untold.And still they tell us, too loud, flamboyant,Terrorizing their colorless minds.Hurt…
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Beloved, Which art neglected Hallowed be thy name-Not what they call you but Your name- O PreciousO Angel in scarlet ribbonsProstrate on the bathroom floor.Your name, my Blessing my Plea.Forgive us our trespasses as weFail to save those trespassed against.Led not into temptationbut still delivered into the hands of evil This is your body that is brokenfor…
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they tell us don’t bite the hand that feeds you.don’t snap at your provider, how would you survive without them?they say we should be grateful for all they dograteful for the caged shelter grateful for the processed foodgrateful for the small joys they allow us if we are deemed good. but their hand is not…
