Bridge Building, Civil Rights, Critical Race Theory, Cultural Dysphoria, Hate Crimes, Human Rights, Intersex Activist

Black, Indigenous, People of Color (BIPOC) and Intersex People: How the Invention of Two Binary Systems Do Harm

I wrote this term paper for my Critical Race Theory Class, which I took this summer, 2024, at Meadville Lombard Theological School while working on my Master of Divinity. My professor was Dr. Barbara Fears, a Black woman from Howard University School of Divinity, an accomplished religious educator, Chaplain, Scholar, and Professor. I proudly received… Continue reading Black, Indigenous, People of Color (BIPOC) and Intersex People: How the Invention of Two Binary Systems Do Harm

Poems

Poem: Tattered and Torn Black Rose

Photo by T Leish Tattered and Torn Black Rose Tears always falling To laugh and scream at the same time Prisoners to our broken bodies Yet to dream of freedom some day Two of a kind Both tattered and torn Searching for something We will never find Perhaps I should leave here Go far away… Continue reading Poem: Tattered and Torn Black Rose

Poems

Poems: Two Precious Birthdays in May

Veronica, Happy 20th Birthday! 2024 When you were born It was a very special day Your daddy was in the operating room with me I was draped with green surgical sheets A blinder from the chest down so I could not see my legs They cut you out of my body They brought you to me… Continue reading Poems: Two Precious Birthdays in May

My Intersex Story, Poems, Prejudice

Poem: This is not my world!

This is not my world. How could it be? You abort us, sterilize us, and destroy our genital integrity. You raise us the wrong gender with your "expertise" and "science." All without our consent as children. This is not my world. How could it be? You erased us from information technology, forms, and pretty much… Continue reading Poem: This is not my world!

Intersex Phobia, Poems, Relationships, Transphobia

Poem: Alone

A ll on my own. Abandoned by too many. Shame on all of you and your prejudice. L onely in a way that makes my heart ache for you, why did you have to die so young? O ptimism means nothing to prejudiced men who will not give my love a chance. N obody wants to take the time to… Continue reading Poem: Alone