Poem: Coming Out Isn’t Always Gay

Coming out of that closet isn’t easy,
Fighting for your freedom isn’t smooth,
How can I hurt people I love,
But I love myself more than them,
And I will come out to them.

Poem: The Goddess Bleeds Too

Every twenty eight days are a curse,

Yet I wonder why at their first arrival

they are celebrated as a girl’s ingress into the real world?

The blood I shed is a mark of coming of age

Yet after the first time it is treated as a bane…

Poem: Give Me A Story

Give me a story where I do not have to bargain my brown-ness for queerness,
a movie that speaks my tongue,
that realises I’m here, have always been, 
that knows,
you can not scrub off the rainbows on tombstones, 
but you can acknowledge why they fill so many graves.

Poem: Queer, But Not Quite

The internet does not know
Being woke has never outweighed being alive.
This isn’t just a political discussion.
This is my life.