To my mother: When I was born I became a thorn in your pocket You wanted me to be Anthony I disappointed you You raised me as Antoinette My picture not even in your locket You couldn't protect me, they erased me To my living sister: When I grew up You called me Toni with… Continue reading Poem: You couldn’t protect me, they erased me
February 21, 2000, I finally escaped the grip of psychiatric addiction and dependence to over 14 pills a day. This was with the help of new doctor realizing how horribly I had been misdiagnosed. The withdrawal was absolutely horrible and I could have never done it without the help of the twelve step recovery rooms.… Continue reading My Hearing to Legally Change my name is February 21, 2018, and a God-Incidence and here is why:
I am the Storm. The Unforgivable. I put this world on its head now. When I decided to no longer remain silent, my blood family turned me into the living dead. As Hurricane Irma approaches I realized once more that life can be short. When I appeared a woman to this world, so sick… Continue reading My Poem: I am the Storm
They told me I had to be a girl. Can you imagine being told you are a girl? Somebody else was in control. At three years old, they told me my body could never pass as a boy. Can you imagine being told your body is wrong at three? Somebody else was in control.… Continue reading Poem: Somebody else was in control
Dear Child, born like me, I saw your blue eyes, yesterday. Your eyes, as deep as the ocean, they touched my soul. I could feel your insecurity, your anxiety, and happiness, to be with a person born like yourself for the first time ever. I think it is in our eyes. People see it in… Continue reading Poem: Dear child, born like me
I have an intersex cousin who was born about ten years after me. They allowed a surgeon to cut off their child's phallus for no good reason. They allowed themselves to be talked into the utterly crazy belief that all there is to be a woman is to be missing a penis. Worse, this surgeon… Continue reading Being rejected by my family because of what I represent when I speak up for my intersex cousin who was mutilated.
Our kids are proof that it is about educating only about the male/female binary, and intersex erasure, that messes up the truth around natural bodily variations existing in us humans. You see, our children were taught that intersex bodies existed, as soon as I realized I was not a disorder and was actually born intersex… Continue reading The FEMALE PENIS and the MALE VAGINA; and explaining this to our children.
I am 100% alien, until law says otherwise I could die without my human rights African American Slaves were called animals Law had to finally say otherwise The Civil Rights movement changed things Black Lives Matter They are human • If I die with human dignity having full human rights It will have to… Continue reading Poem: The Alien and the Empty Bucket