My coming out story is pretty unique – kinda gritty, but also very supportive and loving. I grew up entangled in male toxicity where one of the main expressions was anger, and sarcasm took the place of tenderness. When my father died at 52 from a heart attack,...
Exhausting the narrative, Exposing the vile monstrosity, With only comfort and kindness for the forgotten, betrayed, tortured. With bodies and grit, They stand beaten but not broken, A small token of the pain That showers upon Palestinian prisoners. No one knows what...
If gaza is the soul of Palestine, The west bank is the heart, And both are bleeding, Both are in a state of shock, Tractors across their veins, Their arteries poisoned, Their airwaves struggling for life. Maybe the time for poetry is dead, Buried in a mass grave Along...
Revolt! Don’t yell Shame at nazi scum, Yell Die! Don’t ask for a warrant! Demand freedom from tyrants! Forget about appealing to their conscience, They don’t have one! Don’t wait for reports or investigations into state sponsored murder,...
If gaza is the soul of Palestine, The west bank is the heart, And both are bleeding, Both are in a state of shock, Tractors across their veins, Their arteries poisoned, Their airwaves struggling for life. Maybe the time for poetry is dead, Buried in a mass grave Along...
