𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔
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my mouth tastes like pennies
as i split out the blood of
the trans boys who came before me
and who paved the road for me
my bleeding gums remind me that
i'm still alive
and so i know the other trans boys
have built a home in me
and one day in the future
another boy will be in my place
as he sits up and tastes the blood
of the army in his veins
it gets hard to breathe
but i've never been alone
and so i take my next breath
and join in the march, the fight
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this one is very near and dear to my heart, despite the fact it might not make much sense to anyone except for me.
i wrote this one entirely in the car (you see, i'm in the middle of a trip) & i am very tired — in more ways then one. but i'll be back up and running soon enough. so if you're waiting for my other book to be updated, i promise it's coming !
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poesia[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
