I was once born an innocent little boy I was reaching out to you with my heart and soul I begged please don’t let me go Nights were long and lonely * Yet, each day as a girl, they took hold of my hand * As a boy, I could not help you understand you… Continue reading Poem: Mom, please don’t let them kill me.
My Sex Traits Don't Create My Gender Identity I am not a non-binary person. I am a man an intersex man My Sex Traits Don't Create My Gender Identity My gender is in my brain and heart. My body is intersex. I have an intersex body. We used to be called hermaphrodites. I am a… Continue reading Poem: My Sex Traits Don’t Create My Gender Identity
The Chalk Board that Anunnaki and His Husband James Made for Intersex Awareness Day 2015 | All the bad words I have been called. I was born intersex in 1967, and experts decided to raise me a girl in error. My mother would want me named Anthony. She was right in her intuition about my… Continue reading For Intersex Day of Solidarity and Remembrance 2020
If you are alive You obviously already know None of us escapes suffering Not even the weeds, the one cell organisms, or even the tree All of us die Perish then decay Energy transferring to different forms Molecularly still in movement And yet all emotionally connected to: We don't want to die, ever What is… Continue reading Poem: Life is Suffering for all Life
The two of us We were both young with curly hair Both with "too many" earrings Mistaken as siblings Misfits in many ways not lovers Hidden within me a man You got to see a woman back then You loved me When no one else would Medically abused Psychiatrically misused Corrective raped and beaten They… Continue reading Poem: Two Loti Flowers | Our 25th Silver Aniversary
H Honoring the way my body appears naked. E Now believing my body was born Exceptional. R Realizing I was lied to and deceived. M My Mother wanted me to be Anthony they were told to raise me a girl. A I was Assigned wrong at birth. … Continue reading Poem: I am a Hermaphrodite
I am a survivor of much harm. Over and over again I crawl out of this hole I find myself in. Why, because I am a survivor. How dare you tell me I asked for it. You curse and rant and call me names even. What is wrong with you? You won't take my power… Continue reading Poem: No, you will not take my power away.
I close my eyes and walk in the past To your waterfall, I am at peace at last My body with fever, my throat razor blades My head is hurting, my mind in a haze The thick goo in my throat breaking with meds Hoping it doesn't travel any lower please go away and no… Continue reading Poem: I am sick, too.
I am asked often: How do you go to the bathroom? My joking answer and to the point: I find a bathroom, go into the bathroom, if it is a stall, I shut and lock the stall door, sit down and do my business like you do. My more serious answer: 1) I first… Continue reading A common question I am asked: How do you go to the bathroom?
My friend on facebook used to play a game with haiku, where you keep on going with the last sentence of that last haiku. She wrote: Their cold prejudice Will not stop us enjoying Our family of choice. By Cathy Green ♥♥♥ More Poems I Have Written Since Emancipating My True Gender ~.V.~
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 