an ode to my transgender bones
an ode to my transgender bones
I have fought for my skin
My manhood prevailing
In every cut I make,
Every slash and burn path and
Deforestation of the woodlands they called womanhood
I have made the Earth feel it.
The evil of skin still rots
My carrion corpse carrying on
The charlatan’s candy-crab flesh on my bones
Biting my nerves and spearing my brain
If your intent was to initiate into illogical femininity,
You have succeeded
But my nonsensical girlhood burns itself dead
Transforming into something like Proteus
Like Jonathon Harker descending the wall,
My feet stick to the poisonous ground I have sowed
Vines vernacularly speaking to me in a dialect that belongs to us boys
Us boys of talon and bleeding gum
Of broken bone protruding the skin
Long hair savage when it is on my head
Not Aphrodite, but beautiful Loki
Beetle-shells shedding each moon
My exoskeleton reforming to bite
Masculinity inherent in my double-thoraxed heat
I am a servant of the god you call violence
Who I call righteous inheritance
My ancestors blood in my teeth
I have fought for my skin
And manhood prevails
Angel wings growing out of my back
Engraved with the words of desire for freedom:
Kill, avenge, kiss, devour
Kill, avenge, kiss, devour
Kill, avenge, kiss, devour
Kill, avenge, kiss, devour
Devour
Devour
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