Holy Ground

CW: anti-gay slur

"Faggot!"

You yell.

Okay?

Although to be clear:

I am a goddess.

I am queer herald,

and fag chic with buttermilk nailpolish.

I am my mother's pride,

and my father's punching bag.

Who are you to demand an audience?

You are wearing shoes,

standing on holy ground.

You are a child,

who just learned a naughty word;

expecting,

to be treated as more than just that.

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Divisive?

I'm divisive, you say?

For pointing out the knife?

You're here ending my life,

and I'm the one sewing discord?

You promote hatred and violence,

and hide behind plausible deniability,

but I'm the hateful one,

because I have ears to hear and eyes to see?

Look over there,

where my friends are lying,

face down in the dirt.

And over there,

where my friends are crying,

hunched over bodies,

pulling knives from flesh.

Your knives.

But we're divisive?

For pointing that out?

We've made you feel bad?

Your ickle feelings are hurt?

You're just trying,

to have a civil conversation?

A lively debate?

You're just asking a question,

playing Devil's advocate,

pretending as if this is equal terrain.

We lay here in pain,

with your knife in our gut,

and you want to pretend the footrace is fair.

You want to pretend,

that your 'opinion' matters,

at least as much as human life?

The lives you've made unlivable?

Sure honey.

Try stabbing people physically,

and use this argument on the judge.

I bet you'll get the same reaction.

Fuck you.

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Cochineal

we've tried 

for so long

to scrub the queer from us

like trying to scrub dye from a cloth

only to rub it in 

deeper

so much 

that our hands bleed

that our nails are impregnated

dye seeping into our cuticles

running into the creases of our knuckles

and the folds of our hands

so much 

that even the fake fortune teller

can see that queer runs deep 

into our future

through our veins

so whether we paint it on

or wash it off

we are queer

no cure to absolve us

no gods to forgive us

no laws to ban us

we've run into the veins of society

reminding it

that we are like Cochineal

crush us

and we'll just make more colour

we're a part of the cloth now

we are the clothes you wear

the curtains you drape

the bed sheets you fuck on

the upholstery of your car

we're not adjacent

we're intrinsic

and no bigot can undo that

spill our blood

and you will only be reminded of your own

-o0o-

Three Poems (Unseen Hurt, Tools Of The Trade, New Year's Hope)

Recorded more audio which you can listen to HERE. I'm hoping to do more of these soon. Keep an eye and ear out.

Have a wonderful day.

Charl

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Bashed

they come every so often

with fists and knives

they try to do their worst

beat us up

try to rob us of our very lives

scream at us

lay us low

push us as far as we can humanly go

but we're still here

at least in part

and putting ourselves back together

has become something of an art

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