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Literature Text
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in my programming
there are bugs
and itchy mishaps
body tired
body aching
body wrong
not wrong
but glitchy:
body bird and body broken
body blank space - left unspoken
i wash my names out
in the shower
girl, bitter taste and sour
boy, sweeter yet but sickly
birth name dead and gone and empty
choice name, wrong name, one too many
name malfunctioned
name misfired
name a defect
undesired
girl a buzz a slap a refill
girl this tequila isn't unspilled
girl you know you got it rough
girl you call it like you should
girl you crack and carry on
girl why the long face? shake it off
girl stop wincing when i touch you
girl stop turning when i kiss you
girl stop flinching when i call you
girl stop crying when they claw you
girl stop crying when you fall and
girl stop crying when you're tall and
girl why does that word upset you
girl why does that word upset you
girl why does that word upset you
girl,
the world
has no time for you.
r
r
o
r
s
in my programming
there are bugs
and itchy mishaps
body tired
body aching
body wrong
not wrong
but glitchy:
body bird and body broken
body blank space - left unspoken
i wash my names out
in the shower
girl, bitter taste and sour
boy, sweeter yet but sickly
birth name dead and gone and empty
choice name, wrong name, one too many
name malfunctioned
name misfired
name a defect
undesired
girl a buzz a slap a refill
girl this tequila isn't unspilled
girl you know you got it rough
girl you call it like you should
girl you crack and carry on
girl why the long face? shake it off
girl stop wincing when i touch you
girl stop turning when i kiss you
girl stop flinching when i call you
girl stop crying when they claw you
girl stop crying when you fall and
girl stop crying when you're tall and
girl why does that word upset you
girl why does that word upset you
girl why does that word upset you
girl,
the world
has no time for you.
Literature
a girl at the airport
when she eats cake
she presses a napkin
to her lips with each bite--
frosting smears are impolite
murderers of good,
faraway first impressions.
when she sees someone
beautiful, she hides her face
behind a book, book shelf, closed door
like a pious man hides his eyes
from god.
when she has something
important to say among a crowd
she utters it like the bah
of a vulnerable lamb--
a fragile thing, a hesitant mantra
to be drowned and consumed
without thought or care by the sound
of louder others.
when she falls in love
she looks around
to make sure no one saw
and when someone sees
she refuses to believe
their eyes tried to catch
hers.
Literature
sunday girl
i watch you shuffle through the kitchen
and i can feel my fingers softening
and my mind crashing but there are so many
things i want to scream at you, like:
how on earth did you learn to love me
when there are continents forming between my ankles,
when i'm stuck in the middle of a road and there's
a car coming right for me and i just stand and wait,
and how on earth could anyone
have so many freckles between their shoulder blades and
why is it that when you nestle your stupid head into
the spaces between my ribs all i can say is
that your hair smells like September 25th, 2012,
or how your eyes look like pages of an atlas
and that i want
Literature
He was not born a girl. (story of a trans boy)
(He was not born to be a girl,
He was born to be himself)
I.)
And when he was five he
was forced into dresses,
not understanding why
he couldn't wear the
trousers to school and
not the skirt,
he learned that clothes
and toys had one gender only
and so did he.
II.)
And when he was seven he
told his Mother he was a
boy and didn't understand
her insistence that he was
a she; even though he
knew he was a Prince
not a Princess.
III.)
And when he was eleven he
wore a tie to high school instead
of the skirt and he learned
that no matter what the experts
say, children can still be cruel.
(but guess what, he still wore it
day after day 'caus
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I will always be in awe of your writing. Once again, beautiful. Once again, poignant. Once again, stuck in my head for days.