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Little Red Riding Queer

Because I wore a dress
I was tainted
Your wolf like
Gaze
Cut right through
Your
Fangs
Telling me
I’m not good enough
To be
Authentic me
That I should less
Because less is more
In a world
Where to be me
In line
With your
Thirst
For blood
I need
More tits,
More ass,
More pain
But Equality
Seems dead
To me
When I don’t stand
on either side of your equal sign
Act Up Mama
Love wins Gaga
Human Rights
Damn right
You know I’m not able to
Encompass
This self taught
Worth
& Anxiety
Because
In me
Breathes
Indigenous
Fluidity
Porque
While you choose
To play
On either A or B
Jumping rope
or kicking balls
Kicking
There I sat
Quietly
Observing
Lerning
Cracking
Somewhere
Over the straight laced
Rainbow
I hid

You could play rope?
Too femme
You could play ball?
Too masc
Kicking balls
Kicking
Imagine
In a dress
Kicking balls
Kicking
They’re
Kicking balls
Kicking
Little boys now men
Kicking
And I’m
Screaming
There’s blood
I’m alone
There’s only
blood
On my dress

Because I wore a dress
Because I wanted to go home
Because I wanted to remember
What home felt like
If I could escape
Where being
Equals mourning
Equals being told you don’t exist
Equals
What I could have been
Had my dress
Not been
Misgendered
On the headlines
Wolves wanted
Me
Not to wear that dress
But society
Looks like wolves to me
Because I wore that dress

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