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Emanuel Martinez Jan 2013
Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti
Being bled onto
The landscapes between thighs

Incarcerating women's wombs
Justifying men's genes
Foreigners appropriating
Women's and men's sexualities

Losing the power to be
When changing our roles' long overdue
Gendering our words and attitudes

Man, who taught you to be a chauvinist!
Woman, who taught you to be a *******?
Don't put your god in gendered bigotry

Do man's emotions feminize him?
When will women freely carry torches!

What gender do you assign this voice?
What gender do you assign this words?
Will the masses even understand these choices?

Don't worry, my sexuality won't infect you
Criminalizing sexuality
Placing it front and center, implying that's all I am

Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti
Being bled onto
The landscapes between thighs

Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes
Because men and women of society
Full of stride, take pride, in their gendered hyde

Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes
Ignored hoods, barrios, countrysides, ghettos, projects
Devouring women's and men's bodies

Younger and younger people falling to ***/AIDS and STDS
Vaginas receiving the violence, wombs bringing misery
LGBT youth ****** into fire
Lost males (in mental chains) ****** to assert their manhoods

Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti
Full of dangerous chemicals, being sprayed onto
The landscapes between thighs
Attempting to legislate our stories, without warrant
January 29, 2013
A Nony Mouse Jan 2013
Reality is hostile.
It isn’t set in stone but it is written in ink,
Easily smudge-able and difficult to interpret.
Personality is rude.
It comes and goes as it pleases,
Without posing for pictures or saying goodbye.

Wit is forlorn.
Never quite certain are the wise,
And boasting of answers are the foolish.
Beauty is evil in disguise.
Veiling the insides of the honest,
Uncovering the lies of the cowards and the tricks,
So the opposites may be seen.

And so it’s hard to find someone like you,
Who is all that’s hard to find.
A real kind of entity, who opposes all transparency.
A true beauty with no disguise, rather a virtue not to feminize.
A person with that on inside and out.

**That is why I Love You.
Travis Green Apr 2021
Wherever you feel weak at
Just tell me, and I’ll mend thee
I’ll give you determination
To persevere through your fears
I’ll keep your heart at peace
In times of increased pressure
I’ll hypnotize your hustle
With my galvanizing power

I believe in your flex
And want you to have
All the success you deserve
I can make your dreams supreme
I can make the moments
I spent with you last eternally
Let me wish upon a star
And fulfill all your wishes

Let me enchant your swagger
Let me feminize your mind
With things that only a woman can do
Baby, don’t worry
I won’t cause any harm
With your masculinity
I just wanna give you my love
So, you will never lose
Travis Green May 2021
My hunger for you
Was deepening
The more I gazed
At your abundant handsomeness
I wanted to see you naked
So helpless and ready
To be taken down
Let me come in
Like a howling storm
Dangerously devour
Your tower of power
Finesse you so sexually
Feminize your flex
Infuse metaphoric poisonous
In your system
Strung out similes
Spread out all over
Your bare body
Graff1980  Dec 2020
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Graff1980 Dec 2020
She is the north star,

a precocious lie
I tell myself to get by,
but I wonder why
I feminize hope.

Is it that she intrigues
with what I think I need
to fulfill my basic being?

Is it because love
seems to be the highest thing
a poet can aspire to,
and desiring one of the few
who might be a little like me
and understand my artistry
gives me a modicum
of extra creative energy?

Or is it because
I am deeply in love
with death,
and being enraptured,
totally captured
by another
would smother
my identity
freeing me
from all suffering
by ending all I ever was
in favor of the new person
I might become in love.

— The End —