Tag: Poetry
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Trans* Womxxyn* Dreams?*
What if I bec(a-o)me a long haired – possibly loc’d & selectively pierced– tattooed, light skinned (creole*) black, gunmetal femme spirited, organically expressive, queerly beloved, poetically inclined, trans (womyn) person? What would that look like? How would my life change? Does that include hormones? Surgery? Naturally transitioning? Where is the make up? Hair removal? Why? …
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hot thoughts
my sexual desires are queer they may turn you colors and different levels of sensitivity they are often aggressive in ways i can’t articulate outside of taking you through the process they are often inclined to a level of dominance and competitiveness they are adrenaline rushing, sometimes tasting copper from invisible but taste able blood…
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Good Morning “Sir”.
Good morning “sir”. how are you? I hope you are divine and inspired because I know that I am filled with a fire at my core that has and is illuminating creative consciousnesses that desire to be expressions openly– truths. So I need you to know some things: you speak intertextually with one who has…
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in the water we have no names w/ love
in the beginning i am writhing ocean, exploding waters, deep bubbling wellspring simmering, reservoir dam breaking under pressure now i am processing, pennies and mirrors, smaller and recycling, reflective reflecting, a copper bowl with cooler contemplations and i strive to keep what i am and what i know to be to be anchored to be…
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name me
your name is like a verbal tattoo for your identity. it’s permanent but it’s not permanent. it’s a poem with infinite intersections of meanings. it can be a loaded gun and a field of blooming flowers, separately & simultaneously. your name is a powerful statement, an incantation. your name is a prayer, a blessing, an…
Our Green (Green) Life 