A two-spirit, queer, ethnic anomaly reigniting my inner child through writing and inspiring others.
A two-spirit, queer, ethnic anomaly reigniting my inner child through writing and inspiring others.
At first, it doesn’t quite hit me—the extent of the damage that will come from our actions. For a moment, as I look out at the beautiful landscape, brightened by the moon’s warmth, with a cinematic rush of trees calmly bristling in the wind, it feels as if time has stood still. There’s a lightness in this experience that I haven’t felt before, like the air brushing softly behind my ears. I wonder,...
Writing these words
Small versions of a bigger story
The structure a mess
What is the point?
I sit trying to express
But I’m constrained by the limitations
Ways that tell me what poetry is and what it is not
What is the point?
Struggling to find myself in the myriad of comparisons
Setting my focus instead not on what I want to convey
But by trying to fit into their boxes
What is the point?
...
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
but is it selfish to be my only
why do I posses you like an object
when like me you deserve to have freedom
it’s hard for me to allow you inside
because what’s within, I’m scared of it’s truth
so instead I will try to push you out
this way I won’t have to deal with it...