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What did you do while the children of Gaza were dying?

I argued with their killers.

What did you say?

I said that the innocent deserve innocence. That the sound of laughter is better than nightmares, and briefer. That the cost of killing may be higher than the price of dying.

Did they listen?

Do killers ever listen? They are deafened by their weapons’ drone and by the grate of their own voices raging, denying.

Why were they angry?

They said that they needed to feel safe.

Safe from the children?

They said there are no children in Gaza, only young combatants.

And the babies?

They said they are little snakes that will grow, and it is better to kill them in their nests.

And what of the teachers? The singers? The artists? The fathers? The mothers?

They said that all who live there are terrorists. And as for the mothers, they said it is they who bear the little snakes.

Did your protestations do any good?

No. I lost my breath, I lost my words, I lost my heart. But had I not argued, I would have lost my soul.

Did any children survive?

In body, yes. In spirit, it is not sure.

The children who lived, what will become of them?

Their eyes will sear holes in the night sky. Remember this when you look at the stars:

that it is the burning eyes of Gaza’s children that hold your gaze.

(Gaza 2014)

Lisa Suhair Majaj

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Joan Tierney

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by request - "about horses and ponies"

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j jennifer espinoza

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For this piece, I cut out and collaged typography taken from pictures of anti-trans protest signs. Each letter was cut out manually, and then arranged and scanned in page by page to form a poem I wrote about transness & hope for the future.

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inspired by @maryfagdalene . graphics more now :-)

ID: a digital drawing of a dog holding a human hand in its mouth, drawn in blue pencil and covered in blood. overlaid in pink text in all caps it reads "when the state reaches for your body bite off its hands". an alternate version has the dog drawn in black with red text overlaid. end ID

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everybody who’s left me nice comments in the tags of that poem that sort of blew up know that i’ve screenshotted them all and they sit in a little folder on my phone now i hope u have a wonderful day and a bowl of ur favorite soup <3

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i spit my name out like a cracked tooth or a rotten pit / i do not want this. i never asked for it. why did you give it to me? / it’s a gift they say / from parents blessed by your presence / i do not feel gifted i argue / nor do my parents ever act blessed / i feel burdened with the weight of this so-called gift / and cursed to the fate of being a child with a name / i tear the gift apart and rearrange the scraps to no avail / i hide it under clothes but it still pokes through the seams and ends of sleeves / i try to regift it to someone who wants it, surely someone else must want it / but i am punished for doing so / how dare i turn away a gift. how ungrateful / eventually i bury it deep into the earth / in a little shoebox with my baby teeth and the flies who gorged themselves on the fruit of my childhood / placing my parents’ bones atop it to mask the scent from those seeking it out

dead and buried - a poem by alder james (transmonstera)

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i love when. poems are. ❣️🌷💖

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[Black text on a white background that reads:

my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,

my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 

my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,

my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,

my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]

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motion sickness - phoebe bridgers // stone butch blues by leslie feinberg // quote by E.E. scott // dream girl by clementine von radics // my name (2021) // the asylum for wayward victorian girls by emilie autumn // quote by kristin chang // unknown // would’ve, could’ve, should’ve - taylor swift // if there’s a way out i’ll take it by lora mathis

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a silly little poetry blog because i am branching out and trying new things, love wins (icon by me)