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 … Stolen roots weiterlesen
Poetry/Slam
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 … 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
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
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