Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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…
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in the presence of my homei don’t guide many visitorsmostly because as lonely as i ami like my peace & in dark cold nightsi am found tossing & turningbut what could createthe oceans i could swim only bringsweak streams i am tiredof thesesoulless no passion strangers i am anautistic gay trans man how is it…
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Blood from one of you Things won’t obey when attacked. It’ll try and survive. They find my desire monstrous,my body twisted and disgusting.I’m a pollution of the pureand the known divine.My intricate flesh glistens, red-wet and raw in the albedoof starlight and flare. Needle flashing, blood abnormal,I’m grotesque, a threat, unspokenhiding just around the corner;I’ve…
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I sit down for lunch with a loved oneAnd we exchange pleasantries.And for a moment, I forget who I am,Until the name escapes her lips. “Sapphire” I remind her.“Hm?”“I’m Sapphire.”“And how many more ‘you’s will there be?” She asks. And I know she means well.I tell myself she means well.But I want to lunge over…
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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…