United in Difference. A Poem on Trans Rights, T Shots & American Hypocrisy

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Original poem by Axton N.O. Mitchell

Is he on that 
Vitamin T 
A vial that used to be so 

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To my very existence 
now I have to pretend like 
never meant a thing to me. 
This is bordering obscene.
Obsessing over what is
in-between the back 
and the front of my 

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Yet I’m the one who has perversions. 
simply for saying
“Hey this is me.”
Or 
“Hey, let queers be.”
I may forget time
and time again

A shot or
A few  
From the vial 
Of vital fluid
But…
I’m not sorry
I finally feel kin 
To this temporary 

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             That I was forced to make a home in. 
That does not mean I
would consent 
lie down or conform 
to allow anyone of you 
to take my T away

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        If  

It is not the one thing to thank
that 
 I have this life 
the very 

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I lived it as many 
times around the sun 
as I have done. 
Should you not be glad? 
Within this very skin prison 
I have made a better home 
more fit for me. 
Do you not 

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ME?

Mr. president 
Mr. chairman 
Mr. big government USA 
I should not have to beg
to have the rights of 
all citizens of 
this land!

Since when did 
every American 
voice
not have a say?

This isn’t what 
children 
are forced to learn 
Or close to what you 
want to teach …
Said Americans were fair. 
The USA believes in human rights….
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all…..
Does all not mean a 

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thing?

If you are not exactly the same?
I guess you all
think I am to blame…
This is simply a choice of 
hiding who you are 
forever 
or 

living happily. 
Making queer identities 
criminal 
changes one thing
he ability of some to see
queer identities still exist,
naturally… 
We will 

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be. 
I want a chance to be me. 
Not a soul would lose a thing
human rights for 
every being 
will 
see we all have the 
same 
start equally. 

 

Letting us all be, how 
We wish to be
Logically,
will ensure you 
never hear another 
minuscule morsel 
of queer anything 
If you’d just let us, be 
queer instead of living in 
fear. 

Would be no sense 
In being so loud in our difference 
If our ability to coexist 
wasn’t so close to
snatched away from us. 

This you have to trust 
You will not 
detransition us. 
Death before forced 
erasure 
of queer identities. 
Not a cry for help 
a battle cry instead 
for my minority 
communities.

Let us band together.
Now or never
in an unprecedented movement 
of equal rights 
for one another! 

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