Archive for the tag Poems

When You Come Out

It is a new morning. You know you will have to do this over and over and over. Everytime, you get a little bit stronger. Not because it gets easy, but because you know the battleground so well.

Poem: Stripped Naked

My dad said, " You are my brave boy, you don't need a mask to help you shine." But little did they know, the mask was now my identity, Some people knew me with the mask and they loved me.

The Rainbow

So here’s the tale! Here’s to the violet when I was bullied for not being ladylike and pushed against the last bench of the classroom. The blood cloth as if showed the first colour of the flag on my skin.

Who Knows, Who Cares: Theatre And The Space It Creates For the Queer Community

One of the things I love most about theatre Is the ephemeral disintegration of orthodox socio-cultural identities, Which typically comes along with losing your self for another, Gendered expectations of Walk like a man, talk like a man, sit like a man, Spread your legs, assert your dominance; No, not you! You’re a woman. You, huddle up. Occupy less space. Be less loud.

Murder In The Attic.

So would you not join me in the investigation for the world to decipher why (spoiler alert) you killed “what a poor boy”.

Poem: Lesbian Movies

predictably building up to a steamy lovemaking scene, marked by the male gaze and then there's the inseparability

In A Support Group

I’m not at all unsure, I look at her and I know. She’s the kind of girl I want to wrap myself around, Press my lips against, and slam into the door.

Street Full Of Desire

I can't kiss my love on the street, because she might notice the bruises on my heart from beating too loud, might notice I tremble too much, night notice I'm bringing an earthquake on the pavement.

Coming Out

Your stare accuses me of a crime I know not, gone is your faith; But this jewel has always been mine And the truth can never be changed.

The Untold Story

Too nervous to make a conversation, I continued on my way to class, Asking my friends about you, When I got to know you were new.

Rainbow

If you could see the world through my eyes But then, you can't And I don't expect you to. I've always seen colors In places I wasn't supposed to.

Loss Of Pride

All I did Was press me Closer to himself And hold on To his thick long hair Not ready deep down To part.

6 Years, A Lifetime.

I look down at my rainbow socks, I used to cover them with black school stockings. I stare at them like I stare at my abyss and get caught up amidst flashbacks.

Historically Speaking, Of Course

This is a tale about 2 blue-eyed boys in Nazi Germany, The year was 1938 – a good year for Germany, historically speaking, of course, United with Austria, a long-lost brother, Germany continued to bend and stretch and thwart the clauses of the Treaty that had stolen its pride and confined it to the cold, ruthless white hands of the West.
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