Category: citizen trans* {project}
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What she wants to say will put her on a list at best and get her visited by fascists at worst, so Maxine keeps her head down, makes preparations she never should’ve had to make, thinks about all the ways in which a country can come undone on the macro level while on the micro,…
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The puritanical grumblingsof conservative mouthpieces parrotingsadistic philosophies from theirsituationship with Jesusare keeping me awake at night.I am tiredof bland recitations of hallelujahin response to hate speech.I wake up to sirensafter midnight. Election season is upon us,drowning out the meditative serenity of fall.My anxiety is chronic, I know,but no hypothetical economy is a fair tradefor human…
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Since I was born, I have always seemed to be denied access. Denied early from the mother’s womb, born in a hurry to live, only to be kept in a box, away from love’s first touch. Years have passed and that box that first separated us, is still there, invisible but just as constricting. The…
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My amygdala is fried–I feel no fear Maybe I should Stress over whereI will piss safelyOr the number of pillsIn my little orange bottles,Which are few but fillMy cabinet so clutteredStill empty…I can’t find itI can’t summon the cortisolBut it’s swimming thereSomewhere deep Maybe I’m drowning. I’ve beenHabituated to the lickOf salty water welling in…
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I am a giant sequoiamy cells carry a millennia of memories and knowledgemy limbs stretch to the skymy crown among the clouds that I sip on for watermy heartwood twisted and healed a thousand times overmy body scarred from the flames I’ve endured they can try to cut me with their words but my bark…
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I’m scared for my existencewake up every day fearingthe call for extinction in an effort to keep myself informedI find the world around me deformedmy perception erased by cruel reality the court has adjournedand found me guiltyof the crime of graspingat happiness like straws but what does the news say? that our president “favorsblunt force”,…
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let new color shoot of wild garlic in eye hole worms shitnew soil on periosteum wherever i rainpink-walled skywill also be
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Our very own lebensraum: the Gulf of America, Greenland, and Canada, too.I fear I’m overstepping here, but President Jackson’s portrait is backIn the Oval Office. My heart goes out to all the very fine people in the crowd,He said with a wink. It’s the Inauguration, after all. Out with the old: Critical Race Theory, In with…
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My bleeding ribs not from a bra seen as a sin by many, ran away into the sea of Gender I love, risen Forward, bans all other in my ear dominating as Ares a new era
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I have no gender. I am only a shape, a sound, my breath, and then I’m gone. If you remember me, that’s your problem.