I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I entered this world to help you change things. and yet I am excluded, talked badly about, and hurt by your lies. When the Colors of this Rainbow fight, it hurts this world, not just me. I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I was hurt by this world like you were,… Continue reading When the Colors of this Rainbow Fight
The power of changing one's gender is sad, surreal and even amazing. Suddenly some of my friends no longer wanted to relate to me, talk to me, or even acknowledge that I was in their life anymore. All, simply because I now appear more male. This poem is to all those who vanished from my life… Continue reading Poem: Where did you all go? Was it all because of a penis?
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.
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!
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…..
I Will Sing My Song How could you see my angel wings, you were blind, you could not sing. I was locked in a Cage. How could you see that I was special, they had lied to you, they told you I was all wrong and you believed them. You locked me up, and let… Continue reading Poem: I Will Sing My Song
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
Do I really have to have more surgery to fit into YOUR WORLD? I use to appear a typical woman Then I use to want to appear a typical man Now I am being compared to transgender men I even made a lousy woman. Where do I fit in? Please do not erase me ♥… Continue reading Why do I feel like A VISITING ALIEN?
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 