Category: citizen trans* {project}
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Cela Xiè 没日 Post-Election Twilight 再 When we came outside, 活 nothing was left of sunset. 四 I had wanted the blood, 年 the insurrection of the clouds. 迁 But above, only egrets. 华 I saw the morgue. Translation: 没日 若忍四年，迁华。 Drowning Sun If I have to live four more…
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The morning after, life went on as normal, yet the air was polluted with apprehension and clouds made of tears choked our lungs like vines. My heart still beat to its little drum, but my mind exploded into chaotic noise instantly drowning out the steadiness and transforming into ear-splitting screeches: “What comes next?” “Will I…
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I am human. As are the Jewish, As are the gay, As are your parents And those in dismay. I am human, But you don’t see, That my own human Is still humanity. Do you like us depressed, sad and suicidal? Our mothers, our fathers, our parents and partners? The way things are going today…
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say we’re going to win say it loudly and often take a deep breath first when you say it say we’re going to win when it feels false say we’re going to win when it feels ridiculous say we’re going to win don’t say hope don’t say faith say we’re going to win for “the…
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History will remember, It always does, You can’t wash us away, Our lives are stained in, Permanent ink, Our blood never washes out, No matter how hard you scrub, You could never destroy, Every page we’ve hidden in our attics, And under our beds, Could never mend the scars, We so proudly wear, Could never…
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Broken blistered feet running across melting pavement Leaning toward an escape only a hair width away. Make your teeth a guillotine for their mocking fingers Paint your unfortunate face crimson with their shock. Tie the broken shell of the world with a victim’s sinew Clench shattered glass to indulge your mind to remember what’s been…
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Here’s the secret: you can’t, they can smell you like rotten eggs, like spoiled milk, the stuff you don’t want coming from the things that shouldn’t be there, and you see, that’s where the problem lies, in your want of absence, because it means that you cannot take away to hide your vulnerabilities, your shiny…
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Soon it will be as though we never existed. I did the dishes and swept the floors and vacuumed the carpets and dusted the shelves and made the bed and paid the bills and put out the trash and wiped the counters and bleached the tub and sink … soon it will be as though…
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okay, but if men could get pregnant i’d kill myself. i mean, how would the baby come out? my dick? nah bro, hahaha. the harsh pitter patter of feet bounced off the walls within the depths of my core, attempting to drown out laughter that fell two octaves below my own. he said i’d kill…
