Young scholars with big dreams and huge hearts striving to make the world a better place!
I love everything about these photos
the ankle and foot game though?
HOMEBOIS DON’T WRITE
homebois we don’t write enough love poems.
we re-name ourselves izzie from Isabella,
casey from Cassandra, kay from Kathleen.
we run out of ink for our stories cuz we’ve been
running through doors of male and female, never satisfied.
we stunnin’ baggy jeans and bright colors over the sirens,
we stop cars and walk with stride that makes the concrete self-conscious
about it’s own stability.
hitting pavement at the tip-toes of summer,
there you go talkin’ about how you
“need a woman pregnant and barefoot.”
as I shutter asking,
are you gonna find a stiletto ready to stab you
if the knight sticks don’t come get you first?
asking- are you gonna be that bullet that is a mouth?
asking- are you gonna be that missile that blasts your woman until she misses you,
even when you will both be in the same bed?
if we make ourselves harder than bone,
make us a legacy that is beyond all this.
cuz I’ve been running through doors of male and female,
that makes you nervous doesn’t it?
are you worried, your palms sweaty
because I am NOT that kind of a man
and that might make you obsolete, that means this whole system
needs a revision. that means, we have to ask ourselves daily
are you are doing your homework?
homebois, we don’t write enough love poems to
ourselves. spell out our soft syllables unapologetically, letting
the ferocity in us extend us a strength beyond stiff jaw and cold silence,
the stuff of abandoned buildings.
let us unfold the photos with us dipped in lace and dresses and laugh.
let the most tender cipher surround us not be our mother’s tears for the loss
of a daughter.
let us hold our breaths for the sakia gunns and the fong lee’s, as it
could easily be our sweat on this sidewalk.
let us adore the swiftness of kisses in moonlight rather than the
pummeling cusses of strangers scared of difference.
let the tensile ace bandage be a testament across this chest, waving like prophets
of a gender war.
let every poor black brown and yellow butch see her way into
a paintbrush, a camera, an uprock, a computer, and not into the hips of
hand grenades chucked on someone else’s homeland.
to every person who squirms in the bathrooms, classrooms, and on stages
next to me, let them know that this moment is a clue of your queerness.
let them know my titas are at casinos burning this American dream away too
let them know my kuyas christen their kid’s foreheads and give me daps with the same hands.
let them know that each time they make fun of us, they could be in a feather boa,
singing prince, showing their wives some force that will drive them toward and not away.
let their children run up and down the city as the confident queer kids, who get
scholarships to college for a GSA or for promoting safety at school,
you being the backward parent they divulge to teachers they are ashamed of.
let me not reveal my monster each time I hear “I’ll fuck you straight.”
let my fingers not be readied trigger, grabbing sharp objects for stabbing back,
to turn them into the bloodiest meat they make of me
with their pyramid of power.
let me walk away without harm, disbanding my razor-edge
that could cut their lifelines, slice steel song into their temples,
shear off their pride as soon as they start to unzip their pants.
let us know we can do this
and make it clear:
we choose not to.
universe, if we can make ourselves harder than bone, harder than stone,
make us a legacy that is beyond all this.
A 2009 Campus Pride Hot List artist, 2013 Trans Justice Funding Project Panelist, and 2013 Trans 100 Honoree, Kay Ulanday Barrett is a poet, performer, educator, and martial artist navigating life as a disabled pin@y amerikan transgender queer in the U.S. with struggle, resistance, and laughter. Please see his online swerve at: kaybarrett.net and on twitter @kulandaybarrett.
and you have spaces you can safely be out in that are not bars that you hope the police won’t raid and publish the names of everyone they pick up in in the next morning’s newspaper
THANK A TRANS WOMAN OF COLOR.
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