Multitudes

I contain multitudes I contain multitudesfrom the heart of Europeto North Africato the seashoresof the carribbean I descend from Kings and QueensI descend from WarriorsI live through my ancestorsand my ancestors live through metheir pain and their strengthflows through my veins I contain multitudesand follow themon the path of beauty And I get closer to … Weiterlesen Multitudes →

ASD

Autistic Spectrum Disordera disorder to youwho gave it this nameis not a disorder to me What ifthe neurotypical way of functioningis actuallydisorder to me? I just function differentlyI experience the world in another wayrich and colorfulinterlinked and intense Emotions so intensewhere sound becomes taste,and taste becomes colorso intense, it becomes difficult to convey Where the … Weiterlesen ASD →

Stolen roots

The fight within myselfwrestling with my pastfinding a path in the presentthat leads to the good future Raised away from my peoplesin a place that did not want meand that I did not wantleaving me without languagewithout culturewithout bonds Adrift between worldsI want to grow roots into my rootsI need to grow roots into my … Weiterlesen Stolen roots →

We are sacred

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 … Weiterlesen We are sacred →

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 … Weiterlesen Rise, Haiti, rise. →

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 … Weiterlesen Trans man, trans man… →

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 … Weiterlesen Uprooted →

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 … Weiterlesen To be Trans →

– 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 … Weiterlesen – but now →

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 … Weiterlesen A hug, not a kiss →