It was my hair, wasn’t it? it accented your t-shirt at the time or your eye color, or your endless insecurities. you forgot entirely that i am a person entirely- not just a big smile, an aesthetic, some kind of misplaced manic pixie dream girl let loose in the wild for you to discover andContinue reading “Perhaps you fell in love with the idea of me.”
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Asked about the greatest fear they have with online dating,
cis-men most often answer that their partner might be fat. Asked about the greatest fear we have with online dating, trans people, non-binary folk, and cis-women most often answer that we might be murdered. It appears that a cis-mans’ greatest fear is someone not living up to their expectations while our greatest fear is notContinue reading “Asked about the greatest fear they have with online dating,”
When I raise a son, his first language will be no
his second will be I don’t know, and his third will be silence, I will do so just to teach him how they are all synonyms, how they might as well mean the same thing because none of them mean consent. I will teach him yes is the only word that ever means yes, andContinue reading “When I raise a son, his first language will be no”
Congratulations!
You’ve won a some expenses paid trip to the land of adulthood- lifetime supply of responsibility, reflection and potential redemption included. peace of mind sold separately. sense of purpose and self sold separately. patience sold separately. most everything sold separately. some assembly required. (or a lot of assembly required) level of assembly required dependent onContinue reading “Congratulations!”
you can’t leave a mirror
the first time you really see your reflection realness, alive in awe and echo and everything you are. you can’t fly away from a fire that flies you forward like fruit flies towards tangerine you are light like love that kaleidoscope kisses you kindly and kicks you kindly like a kite in a climate itContinue reading “you can’t leave a mirror”
while the world continues to prove it is on fire,
while the budgets get slashed and those with the most privilege try to tell us what we should care about i want to remind you that a room of scholars coined a class ground rule that we will never call the president by his first and last name.they call him Donald Duck, they call himContinue reading “while the world continues to prove it is on fire,”
I am so soft
I make clouds look stable to be stood on marshmallows, marble staircases feathers, full coat armor. I am a huge-hearted thing. I have reverse grinch syndrome: It’s two sizes too big and I’m too tiny too flight no fight too I only look bad on stage- If you ever have a conversation with me inContinue reading “I am so soft”
My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of misery, for thee i sing.
I pledge my grievance to the flag of the Divided States of America & To the ignorance for which it stands One nation Under wealth, Divisible, With liberty and justice for some. Dear America, I think we should start seeing other people. Dear America, I think you should start seeing other people within yourself. DearContinue reading “My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of misery, for thee i sing.”
Am I giving back or am I sharing with?
(context: these are about my time at Sheppard Elementary School in North Philadelphia helping muralist Sandra Gonzalez with a mural project in the school. a group of us worked with different classrooms of the elementary school students to help them paint tiles for the mural to be installed in their school) People talk about service as though itContinue reading “Am I giving back or am I sharing with?”
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