a senryu poem) I’m transitioning my personal pronoun to “Your Majesty”
The unknown in me
written July 22nd, 2021 I collect words and try to fit them to my experiences trying to capture this moment right now— it is all I have. I—looks at the page and writes a moment while others peer over her shoulder shaking their heads curling up to sleep from the overwhelm reaching out to change a word or phrase we are all here sometimes all at once other times one at a time I always think I know who writes these words this word right now Until I look back and don't recognize words just written I guess we are used to it the wonder and startlement of the unknown in me.
Each poem, explores a piece of me. Some are written for the fun of writing words, others, for the hope of writing me.
They're simply words
Used to help someone Live comfortably In a society Where they don't Feel that they belong Because you decided For yourself that they don't Because you were raised To be afraid of those Who do not conform To what you believe Is a society where You wish to spread Your negativity And futile behaviour
She says He says Some say “it“ but are do not mean well. You say “whatever“ And call yourself a bread A sandwich. You joke, you giggle. I make it real. Taking things serious, Taking things literal, Is a talent of mine. But the idea of identity It is a story of yours These pronouns Fresh like bread Wholesome like wheat Savory like heat They are just like you When nothing works When all feels wrong Sandwich will put a smile on you And you Might give a sandwich to sandwir A sandwich is sandwirs It is meant to be Sandwich Sandwir Sandwir Sandwirs And sandwichself The mania of grain and wheats Will never be gone
just a joke poem between one of my partners and i, actually
I look in my reflection
And in the mist I see A completely unknown person To which the world calls “she.” Her long hair a dark brown, Eye color? Hard to tell Her chest fully unbound Says she’s doing well I grasp onto my face Staring into hers The world has picked up pace And all my vision blurs But her face is not mine To the mist I’m not confined
She Him Her What's gender?
Heels, leggings Feminine Too-big pants, no makeup Oversized shirt, men's shoes Masculine Regular jeans, little makeup Sweater, tennis shoes No gender Fancy shirt, tie Skirt, heels All gender All these But I'm Still me And that's okay
Especially when nobody respects you for who you are.
it's okay to tell people how to make you feel okay. they'll call you by the right name and the right pronouns. and if they don't, they will have lost a part of what it is to be human. and that isn't your fault. love, quinn