Poetry, Declarations, Musings

 

  • I am transformed by my queerness in to a bold revolution of love. I reimagine myself time and time again. I am segmentally grounded in and dissociate from my body and form. My queer divergence reconstructs space. I sincerely participate in radical acceptance of all people. I activate purpose in all that I do. My home exists in each place my mind lives. I am giving myself grace. I am always becoming myself.

  • I feel it inside my body

    it is wrecking my spine

    I hold it in my low back my heart and my mind

    when he told me to find water

    hold, touch and drink the water

    he did not know I had been searching and drowning in my attempt to move water

    Seeking clarity in these murky, muddy, manipulated waters

    but he told me to find the water

    go through it and

    trust the water

    he told me to breathe before bed

    but did not know the person I sleep beside makes it hard to breathe sometimes

    I've made my own trail

    weaved paths through brackish waters

    a past of most resistance

    no choice in persistence

    rushing fear

    with insistence

    going through it:

    I value life and

    people armed with solidarity and opportunity more than guns

    and even so

    I do not know

    when it rains

    how big the waves will get

    or if i will be able to walk tall in strong strides at all

    the other to all

    but really it doesn't matter

    I’ve not been able to let go

    because I can't blaze a trail when I don't know which way is best to go

    and these aren't my waters

    I am an ecosystem that should not function alone

    I understand I need more water

    I feel it inside my body

    it is wrecking my spine

    I hold it in my low back, my heart and my mind

  • I can feel you

    Beating up my chest

    Squeezing my lungs

    Restraining my ribs

    And forcing my chin in to the space between my breasts

    I’m a grape gone raisen

    What would be a warm hug

    Gone rogue

  • I’m like oil in water

    Rushing in circles

    In continuous pursuit of self

  • The soles of my feet are broken

    I spent too long running from fear

    Trying to clear my mind

    Sweating to bring clarity to a moment

    Carrying the weight of the days on my back

    I was wearing running shoes, anyway

    When it rained they would soak through

    And I would press on

    Past blisters

    Making puddles in the rain

    From the sweat I left behind

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