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Forgive me, I must inhale
with my ribbon lungs,
fly with my tea leaf appendages.
Love, you are my bane,
twisted cinnamon snogs
against cannabis fragrance.
Little tangles in our hair,
bare palms dreaming,
empty shot glasses whistling.
We are unspoken wanton,
but there is little to do
and too much to say.
I mush my little toes
against the mud and hear
the memories you don't remember.
with my ribbon lungs,
fly with my tea leaf appendages.
Love, you are my bane,
twisted cinnamon snogs
against cannabis fragrance.
Little tangles in our hair,
bare palms dreaming,
empty shot glasses whistling.
We are unspoken wanton,
but there is little to do
and too much to say.
I mush my little toes
against the mud and hear
the memories you don't remember.
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Pride
Glances wither, voices fade
Towers crumble, mirrors crack--
What's wrong with me?
This body that never
Was meant to be mine
This son who is always
Referred to as "daughter"--
What's wrong with me?
The bundle of sticks
That's a little too happy
The "I'm proud, I swear"
That's a little too sad--
What's wrong with me?
But there's this voice
This subconscious smile
That whispers what, maybe, I knew all along,
Says maybe,
Just maybe,
"You were born this way."
There's this thought,
This near silent whisper
That speaks from the cracks of the mirror that lied,
Says maybe,
Just maybe
"There's nothing to be ashamed of."
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Not Trans Enough
No, no I'm not alright.
I thought I was okay when I thought I got over them. I thought everything was fine when I thought I knew who I was, but then they come in and tell me who I am and who I'm supposed to be.
But low, I'm not even Trans* enough.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm apprehensive about taking T.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm not constantly ogling over girls.
I'm not Trans* enough because I like to wear dresses from time to time.
I'm not Trans* enough because I don't work out at the gym.
I'm not Trans* enough because I like to Sew and Bake.
I'm not Trans* enough because I didn't 'come out' when I was 3.
I'm not Trans
Literature
Short Ode to the Genderqueer.
I want to tell you I love you just for existing.
For fighting, for being, for simple resisting.
For hacking up our binary coding,
For explaining, exposing, expanding, exploding.
For loving unlabeled, living without fear.
For painting my heart in twelve shades of queer.
For making me feel a bit less like a freak,
For being so wonderful and unique.
For showing all things between pink and blue.
My genderqueer beauty, how much I love you.
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We shouldn't, but we would if we could and darling there's a song in my heart where the memories lie (to rest until it is forgotten). Mix of truth and imagery.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactWhat I find that I love about this piece most is the unusual word choice and the imagery that those words evoke when one reads this piece. I love the way the piece rhymes from line to line and flows from one idea to one imagery seamlessly. The unusual imagery that makes the reader have flash backs to one childhood days. when the world was still new that one seem to just forget and can't remember but should take the time to remember one again and be that child one again and see the brave new world that the child see where is any thing is possible.