Original poem by Axton N.O. Mitchell
Is he on that
Vitamin T
A vial that used to be so
V
I
T
A
L
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
J
E
A
N
S
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
S
K
I
N
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
A
S
If
It is not the one thing to thank
that
I have this life
the very
R
E
A
S
O
N
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
S
E
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
D
A
M
N
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
A
L
W
A
Y
S
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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