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 […]
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If My Mother Birthed Your Fantasies
If My Mother Birthed Your Fantasies She would weep. Wail out the tears of generations to be destroyed by your stubbornness. Your absolute stupid thing, you know, that thing you do that really pisses me off. God damnit that thing!
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