Human Rights Violations, Poems, Prejudice, Short Messages

Another Intersex Poem: It is sad when it takes bravery to be my friend.

    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.

Emancipation, Freedom, Poems, Questions and Answers, Self-Determination

Poem: I am not….. I am…..

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…..

Emancipation, Poems, Relationships

Poem: Why did you want me to die?

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?

Cosmetic Genital Surgery, Human Rights Violations, Intersex Awareness, Intersex Traits, Poems, Self-Determination, Transgender

My Poem: THE Female PENIS

  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

Civil Rights, Emancipation, Human Rights, Intersex Activist, Poems, Prejudice, Self-Determination, Short Messages

Poem: I AM A MAN

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

Poems, Relationships, Self-Determination

Poem: Dear Dad, Invisible is no way to live.

Dear Dad, INVISIBLE Is no way to live I was your little boy, that could never be seen The doctors told you I was born a girl You and mom believed them My brother stole the show from me He was your son I was the broken one They taught me that I could not be… Continue reading Poem: Dear Dad, Invisible is no way to live.

Culture Dysphoria, Human Rights, Poems

Poem: Our Lives Matter LGBTQIA+

OUR LIVES MATTER LGBTQIA+ I can not believe it It's happened again   One more life taken,  And they say we are the sinners   I can not believe it The news never ends One more life taken, And they say we commit the sin The front lines of this war Breaks one's heart  … Continue reading Poem: Our Lives Matter LGBTQIA+

Culture Dysphoria, Hope, Human Rights, Poems, Self-Determination

My Plea to this Earth, my Poem: I Have a DREAM

I have a Dream  I have a DREAM That TOGETHER this world will CHANGE. That CULTURE can SHIFT and rearrange. The MEN can have EGGS, and WOMEN can have SPERM. That the world will not end if this BINARY MYTH is BURNED. That the intersex genitals of babies will no longer be SURGICALLY ERASED. And XX Men… Continue reading My Plea to this Earth, my Poem: I Have a DREAM

Hope, Human Rights, Poems, Short Messages

Poem: Can you think outside this male and female box?

  Can you think outside this male and female box? I see the symbols of gender from our past. History proves we walked among you.   I wonder why we did not last. Something must have gone terribly wrong. They banished us from view, and only two stayed strong. The Typical Male and Female. But, if… Continue reading Poem: Can you think outside this male and female box?

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

Poem: Too filled with sorrow to cry anymore

Too filled with sorrow to even cry anymore This world took away who I am. It took away my purpose. I told you I was a boy, but what would I know?   You said I was too young to know. >:< This world took away who I am. I lived broken.   It upset… Continue reading Poem: Too filled with sorrow to cry anymore