Anunnaki Ray's Photographic Stories, Hope, Human Rights, Human Rights Violations, Poems

An Intersex Poem of Freedom: I Will Sing My Song



For Warmth
I hold my face between my hands
no I am not crying
I hold my face between my hands
to keep my loneliness warm
two hands protecting
two hands nourishing
two hands to prevent
my soul from leaving me
in anger
By Thich Nhat Hanh

My sorrow and empathy consume me when I hear the stories of other intersex people.  I think about the many  who have been surgically harmed, mutilated, sterilized, sexually exploited, assigned the wrong gender, or murdered, and I can become overwhelmed with emotion.  It has become a driving storm within me to now make a difference as a gender/intersex activist, and join the efforts of others.

To educate this world about gender and intersex people, I chose to turn my sadness and anger into messages, photographs,  and artwork.   I now know that I was not the only one hurt by this world.  When I tell my story I see many in the audience cry.  It has made me realize that there is HOPE.  I promise to be the voice of those who have no voice. 

We can all become the Guardians and Messengers for those babies born into a world where there are few laws to protect their human rights.  By teaching this world it is ok to be born with an intersex body, babies no longer have to be surgically harmed by unnecessary surgeries, and surgical gender assignment can stop.


I Will Sing My Song

By Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez
January 18th, 2016
How could you see my angel wings, you were blind, you could not sing.
I was locked in a Cage.
How could you see that I was special, they had lied to you, they told you I was all wrong and you believed them.
You locked me up, and let them try to fix me. They broke my spirit and bound me to whom I never could be. They poisoned my body, my mind and then got away with it.
My bloody wrists and ankles shackled to a world I never could belong to. A prisoner, to a lie, to your delusions. Behind bars, I lived most my entire life. This world my prison.
I now see that you did your best. But my life was taken, like all the rest. No one broke the law.
I have no human rights.
I have been to the front lines of this war. A horrific sight. Prejudice, Suicide, Genital mutilations, Murder and Hating Oneself for not belonging to this world.
Hell on Earth.
A lie that is so cunning, baffling and insidious, the male/female binary. Only two boxes, that have tried to destroy a part of the Human Race.
They tried to erase me.
How could you see my angel wings, you were blind, you could not sing.
But my cage door is now open
I will sing my song.




Here is a picture of my photographer, Seth Langner and myself, at this photo shoot; January, 10th, 2016. Photo taken by a friend, Jim Wiggins; at The 5 & Dime: A Theater Company.


This blog was created with great thanks to those who made it possible.: Photographer Seth Langner of Karmathartic Studios, The 5 & Dime: A Theater Company, Judi Herring, M.D.: Shifting Parallax, Trinity Baker my Stylist Artist, plus my dear husband, family, and friends.
I wrote this poem for my New Years Resolution for 2016: I Promise to Be Your Voice.   Here is another related poem:  Maybe, Just Maybe, It is time to (Un)Know Gender.   Last, here is our first Photographic Storyboard: WE ARE HUMAN
The story behind Thich Nhat Hanh’s poem: For Warmth, and how one lives with anger.



2 thoughts on “An Intersex Poem of Freedom: I Will Sing My Song”

  1. This is SOOO beautiful, Anannuki! I’ve read two of your poems with tears on my cheeks. Thank you SO much for writing them. I also read your poem about coming through the storm, a survivor, and I think that was ELOQUENT!

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