i cannot unwind the
rage from my queerness,
just as i cannot escape the
chokehold that fear has on
my transness
this body of mine is holy
in that i have built myself
from the ground up
but this body of mine is
also so hated because i refused
to become a statistic
i am not going to do people
that want me dead the favor
of snuffing out my own light
before my time
in one form or another, those
like me have always existed,
and will continue to do so
through every stubbled cheek caressed,
every knuckle bloodied,
every testosterone injection,
and every time i recognized that man
in the mirror as who i was always
really meant to be
i will not be erased,
my brothers
and sisters
and siblings
will not be erased
i have eaten too many matches for
this fire in me to ever burn out
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2023 23:55
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments5
Literally, this poem is a wake-up call to all those who oppress trans people. You're voice will never be silenced, continue to write these marvelous poems! Embrace your true identity, and know that there will always be those who will embrace it with you as well. You are loved
I am grateful for your support of my work, and that of the trans community!
👍
Speechless presently, except WOW!
Always good to hear from you, my friend!
It’s become quite rare that I write about myself. I am very proud of this piece
“rage”, not a curse! 😎
Diggin’ the song big time!
more power to you! dear Poet kin
stay true to yourself
and eventually those genuine people
by your side
will witness your indomitable worth!
stay strong, walk proud and shine bright
This piece shows your rage as well as your pride and I hope you hold onto that pride forever. This is beautifully written and as a member of the LGBTQ community myself I hope everyone will continue to fight for you as will as the rest of our trans brothers, sisters, and siblings. I hope your fire never dims:)
Driven to tears by that song. Carry on my friend!
Time for another pint!
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