Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I was birthed in a smoldering emberMy joy stolen like the air from my lungsIm screaming in ecstasy;Terror They tell me that is resistanceI want my resistance to be a boot on the neck of every bigot,My cries to bring divinity crashing down Years spent for the comfort of others“I’m mourning the loss of my…
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The first celebrity lookalike took screws to palms and soles;he lashed his own back and barbed his own brow;asked Mags to confirm the resemblance and she bowed,fingertips grazing his toes.The first celebrity lookalike believedin the power of his originator, indeed —but 24 hours, and then 48, and feeling the weight of a worried massbear several…
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My government felt very far away. I was shopping for wedding rings. Neighbors called off work. Waiting for the blacked-out-window ambiance to pass. No one was coming for me yet. I kept up with a gratitude journal. Bought more paste to slather on my blemishes. No diamonds— I don’t like to think about the children…
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I’ve always thought my life was on atimer. The life expectancy isshorter by15-20 or so… Sometimes,in some places,my life is illegal.(Maybe this place.) Just because I was born with a lack ofpenis,dick,cock,orthe right genitalia. But I didn’t think my transition was also on at i m e r . Now, I feel a lack oftime,safety,hope,oreven…
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At 2pm and 2am. Sleep,I remember you. Please, wait for me.I send out 7 reminders to eat a day.Like little paper lifeboats.It’s nothing. And it keeps me afloat. I forget to eat too.I need company for my shot. .3ml of Estradiol over facetime.I tell my friend I’m being a baby about it, she says woman…
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An athlete sits on the sidelines,Retired from the game they love,That they could have dominated. It is not because of talent,The lack thereof would explain things;Nor is that due to injury,For it is recoverable. Rather, the athlete is removedBecause of one thing: politics,People of authority rolesBeing totalitariansIn deciding just who belongs,And who suffers for a…
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The day after, my mom asked to call me on the phone to check if I was alright. My dad texted to reassure me that checks and balances were in place, that this isn’t the end of things. When I visited a friend in Kansas, he was shocked to learn that I hadn’t gotten my…
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States are commanding men assigned F at birth to go into women’s restrooms where women will be alarmed because there’s “a guy” in the Ladies Room and they don’t feel safe as states intentionally terrorize women and women are taught to fear rape and murder and know in their battered bones the entitled men who…
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My mom in Nebraska sounds cheerful on the phone, exalting “DOGE”and I feel like she’s brought “get well soon” balloons to an execution.I remind myself she’s not the enemy, she just opened a door for themthankful every day she didn’t go to DC after seeing the fliers on Facebook.I have to believe her, that she…
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A mound of rubble holds no hope, no beautyIt just houses bodiesBodies torn by bullets, fired for throwing rocksBodies blown apart, nothing whole, just piecesBodies burned beyond recognition, flesh and sinew held by threadsMothers and fathers lumber aimlessly, calling out names of children who will never be seen againToddlers holding tight to thin air; crying…