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my poems are like

unbrown girlskin on a brown

boy

i don't want this poem

to be me

this time

i ask can color echo gender

no

can gender echo color

no

can skin echo me

only

if i let it

and shirts are my ocean

that i nightmare of drowning in

because broken boy binds breasts

to hide goulish girl's ghostly gaze

and still she stares at him in

a perfected mirror that he

wishes he could b r e a k but

breaking a mirror constitutes

bad luck

and already he carries too much

of misfortune on his shoulders

unbrown girlskin is not

this poem but it is

me because i let it be

me

when i nightmare of broken

bones

even though i am broken brown

boy my reflection is

ghoulish white girl and

no i am not transracial

because that is bullshit

pardon my french

i am sown from

mexico and ukraine

france and ireland and

england and germany and aztecs

latino boy with white girl on legal

documents

but white is my appearance and

latino is my blood

i have never been white like

i have never been girl

and finally i allow this poem to

delve into my unbrown

girlskin and become me with

fears and nightmares and invisible

scars, suicide hotline number

three on my speed dial

did you miss my skin

no

you do not miss me

that is an impossibility, to

miss someone who was

never really there in the

first place

because i am walking

dead with no heartbeat

and a vision of my future that

slowly flakes off of my skin into

fire beneath my ocean of

shirts and sports bras

pale they say

you are too pale to be

latino

girl they say

you are too girl to be

boy

monotonous they say

you are too monotonous to be

musician

my rage responds wrong                      i am latino and boy and

musician and you are wrong

my melancholy responds fine             i do not want to

live anyway

my friends respond fuck you                 he is latino and boy and

musician enough for anyone

and they say it

tranny

white

she

girl

pale

and i ask how     much     more

do    you    want

from my soul and

they respond with everything

and peel away my unbrown girlskin and my

writer's block and wrong notes

and hatred until

i am human essence

you do not miss what was not

there you miss my

unbrown girlskin even though i

have my latino boysoul and isn't

that enough?

why do i need

                                            skin?  

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