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?
THE Female PENIS If you got one, you are told the rules. No make-up, no pink. This world will make you think You can't even act in certain ways or play in certain ways your world becomes blue All these gender roles taught to us Due to two small boxes Male and Female But… Continue reading My Poem: THE Female PENIS
I see the pictures of the past "I AM A MAN!" These pictures blast What is the difference? There isn't one No Civil Rights for me.... It has just begun. By Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez March 4, 2016 Dedicated to any man who might understand. Billy Porter updated his Facebook cover with this photo… Continue reading Poem: I AM A MAN
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 