I promised I

wouldn’t write

with pen on paper

my wrists flaring

in pain only

secondary to ulcers

lighting my abdomen

yet between eclipses

I do not know

how else to

exist
I wonder who

I am

these days

the building blocks of

collectivism falling

Underneath me

and there is no one

underneath

                                                                                no me,                            no community

                                                                                                 to catch me
I still move

act, on a road

only I can see

but I move

hovering above

the road

knowing if I stop

the road kills

me 
I am a ghost

a projection

there is no

me to ground

into it, and

it does not want

me grounded

at all
I am who

I am

I am claimed

but they look

at me with

hate in their eyes

without knowing a

thing, they

have always

hated

Me
So…

I dress

up, dazzle

with makeup

shine brighter

than the sun

some stare in

awe, others

hate the sun

pretending they

hate the

Transnes

they never

knew until

now…

decades

into hating

all that I am
Genocide rings

in my ears

visible and invisible

told I am to blame

again and again

as if all my peoples

genocides did not begin

500 years ago

when a ‘New World’

was claimed

yet I am to blame

never those still

enslaving and genociding

Black Lives Matter signs in lawns and Kuffiyeh’s wrapped around silent necks

as if signs and scarves inspire

amnesia from sadness

our ‘inevitable’ deaths

cause, never realizing

we die so they can

maintain their lawns

Sun shining through

Windows, instagrammable photos

bloodied but worth the

propaganda every

time
Geneocide is alright

If we can keep it

Out

Of sight
We bleed

on the margins

disappeared and dying

words meaningless

actions to soothe the

guilt of fascism

rooted in life
“A balance” they say

“An appropriate price”

most deny

never realizing

when they look away

from the genocide

they cause that they miss

the sun, the moon, the constellations

we are

pretending astrology started with

whiteness

when we have always

been the most divine

shifting from body

to spirit

to endlessness beyond

we are their greatest

envy

their supposed demise

someday they will blame

Us from the shadows

never knowing that they

are the only ones

who know to

Genocide
I rest my

wrists

await the next

eclipse

the end of

empire on the

horizon

By:

design