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.
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+
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
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?
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
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… Continue reading An Intersex Poem of Freedom: I Will Sing My Song
And once the storm is over, I was buried alive I sit here wishing you had not buried me alive I was your brother I know I made a bad sister I was your son How could I be who I was never meant to be? Is this my punishment? And once the storm is… Continue reading Poem: And Once the Storm is Over, I was Buried Alive
I Promise to Be Your Voice I read about you, in Africa, sweet angel now in heaven. They cut your penis off, and you bled to death. Your family blamed all the bad things of the world on your birth. That you were supposedly a curse to this world, simply because you were born… Continue reading Poem: I Promise to Be Your Voice: My New Year Resolution for 2016
All I Want for Christmas All I want for Christmas Is the intersex babies to be born Loved for who they are Praised like in the past The amazing miracle of nature's diversity, that we are All I want for Christmas Is the intersex babies to be born Not fearing unnecessary pain To not be… Continue reading All I Want for Christmas
LGBTQIA + is what they want us to say now Here is the joke about being me: L I was labeled as a LESBIAN as a teen in school G I am labeled as GAY now, as a man married to a man B I was labeled BI-SEXUAL too because at one time I did… Continue reading Poem: Here is the joke about being me; LGBTQIA+
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 