I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I entered this world to help you change things. and yet I am excluded, talked badly about, and hurt by your lies. When the Colors of this Rainbow fight, it hurts this world, not just me. I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I was hurt by this world like you were,… Continue reading When the Colors of this Rainbow Fight
The power of changing one's gender is sad, surreal and even amazing. Suddenly some of my friends no longer wanted to relate to me, talk to me, or even acknowledge that I was in their life anymore. All, simply because I now appear more male. This poem is to all those who vanished from my life… Continue reading Poem: Where did you all go? Was it all because of a penis?
I want a better world. But this world is so wicked. Few can stand by me with the same wish. They break. They run. They hide. I want a better world! I climb this mountain alone! They say if I get to the top I can be heard. But those who are in fear, bring… Continue reading I want a better world, so I climb this mountain alone.
Before I emerged from my closet….. I hid in shame because they said I would be unlovable. I have now emerged into a world that is full of their own little secrets. I hid in shame because they said I would be unlovable. I emerge to a world that has the same shame you instilled… Continue reading Poem: This is a Broken World that I emerge into.
They said we need to take a second look They said he needs to be fixed She had no voice ***** They said you now have a beautiful boy They misplaced the words that would open our eyes She had no voice ***** They washed their hands clean and sent us on our way The… Continue reading An Anonymous Poem, From a Parent of an Intersex Child: She Had No Voice
Parts are parts! If it belongs to a girl, it's a girl part. If it belongs to a boy, it's a boy part. A penis is not just a boy part If it belongs to a girl it should not break your heart. A penis can be a girl part and Venus and Mars… Continue reading Poem: Parts are Parts, and Venus and Mars can get over it.
I HIDE MY RAGE! As an Activist, I am on the front lines of a war. I won't walk away, or escape through that door. It is in front of me day in and day out and I do it without pay. * I see the pain, I talk to the people who are hurting… Continue reading Poem: I hide my rage!
It is sad when it takes bravery to be my friend. What will your friends say, when they find out, that I was born in-between, or was once called a beautiful woman with a "disorder of sexual development", or a "syndrome"? * I now appear a queer gay man, I won't even conform to… Continue reading Another Intersex Poem: It is sad when it takes bravery to be my friend.
I wrote this poem to help explain who I truly am and to invite clarity for the many who seem confused when they describe me incorrectly using words that stuff me into stereotypical boxes: I am not the bearded woman But thank you For letting me know I am beautiful >< I am not… Continue reading Poem: I am not….. I am…..
Why did you want me to die? The last I heard you were "Devastated" that I saved my life. "Devastated" that you now have a brother "Devastated" that I did not die a broken and A very sick intersex woman Why did you want me to die? Did I ruin your plans for my funeral?… Continue reading Poem: Why did you want me to die?
Rev. Anunnaki Ray Marquez, M.Div. 