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
I have a few friends, like myself, who have horrible PTSD, and who were violated in various ways and also assigned the wrong gender. The cost: their genitals, fertility, not knowing what they would have naturally looked like, losing friends, losing family, losing their jobs; every aspect of their lives touched and sometimes destroyed by… Continue reading PTSD and being an Intersex Survivor during the Holidays
I was a cutter. I want to own "was" a cutter, because I do not want to feed that monster no more. Triggers can sometimes bring back this self-destructive behavior. Being born intersex, and not being able to be my authentic gender, messed me up bad. You see, I was assigned a girl, when… Continue reading Yes, I was a cutter.
Nothing takes away that Kind of Pain or that Kind of Loss You broke my heart Raising me a Girl Why is it my voice was unheard? You broke my soul Telling me I was no good I can still hear you saying I would amount to nothing You needed me the… Continue reading Poem: Nothing takes away that kind of pain, or that kind of loss
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 