If you say that God did not create intersexlet me sayyour godis not mine If you say that Satan made intersexlet me say thatI don't believein your mighty Satan either If you say thatbeing trans is a disease to cureand that your God will take careof my problemlet me say that I'm perfectly fine If … We are sacred weiterlesen
Rise, Haiti, rise.
You shookat seven point two you shookyou trembled and rocked and torecollapsing, damaging, roaring and killingYou shook with untamed powerrumbling from deep belowwith unbridled violence Devastated streetstorn apart homesstreets filled with screaming and clouds of dustand sounds of moving debriswhilst mothers, fathers, children and cousinscall out in search for their loved onesblinded by dustwith bloodied … Rise, Haiti, rise. weiterlesen
Trans man, trans man…
I have a strong sense of self, of who I am - but I often lack the vocabulary to convey it to others who might ask. To make it easier, I simply say that I am a trans man. Yet I feel that this is not completely correct. Yes, I am ftm trans, my pronouns … Trans man, trans man… weiterlesen
Uprooted
Like an uprooted treewhose roots point towards the skyburnt and scorched by the sun,barely alivetouching the earth and touching the sky,yet not at home in eithernot knowing how to breathe I grew up between the worldsin one that was not my own,and not knowing how my own waswandering as a strangerwhereever I would gotruly at … Uprooted weiterlesen
To be Trans
to be transis to love myselfis to embrace myself whollyfully and completely- without an ounce of shame to be transis to know myselfis to know who I amnot ascribing to outside pressuresand views to be transis to be regarded criticallymisgenderedmockedbe called namesgetting gropedrisking getting beaten or killed- and getting up again to be transis to … To be Trans weiterlesen
– but now
So many years agoYou told mehow much you disliked my long hairhappy when I lost it to diseaseknowing or not how much it meant to memore than just natural hairlike a spiritual love affairof resistance against assimilationspeaking of who I am So many years agowhen, without any pretentionI was drawnand just wanted to feel the … – but now weiterlesen
A hug, not a kiss
One-hour long shower until my skin burns redScrubbing my skin with disinfectantA behavior I so well know from a time long ago, one I thought forgotten – unlearned As I lay in my bed wanting to cry with no tears to come – they have dried up long agoAs I lay in my bed, craving … A hug, not a kiss weiterlesen
150 years later
Let it burnlike they let usmake us die From my great-great-great-great-grandmothers and fathersin the plantationsto my father in the Rodney King riotsnot long ago –What has changed, I ask you? Slavery has been abolished —But the mindset —This is the apartheid nation Bring it down and burn it,hang it by the ropeas they did and … 150 years later weiterlesen
לכל איש יש שם
לכל איש יש שםeach person has a nameeach person had a nameeach person will have a nameand for each person not born there would have been a name the six million will not be forgottennot one of themnot the smallest child,reaching with little hands towards immabeing lead away to deathto awaken again in the heart … לכל איש יש שם weiterlesen
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