In my first months, I learned the truth;
words spoken to suppress.
Many abused their privilege,
using force to oppress.
I believed when told I’m wicked;
a life of tortured lies.
Heterosexist chains bound;
smoke-filled words to survive.
My life offended the holy;
suffocated at birth.
Bred as an abomination;
smashed my face in the dirt.
Voices whispered uneasy truths;
to release my held breath.
Vile images travelled the world;
ravaged minds saw my death.
Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…
Coming Out Call-Out
probably when I became menstrual
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy
Whispers from the Scars: Whispers from the Closet: More Poems of Gay Identity and Truth…
Denied the Queer
gagged and oppressed by the righteous
Conquered by Your Fierce and Tender Love
warm, fragile tears revealed I am loved
Whispers without Rules: More Free Verse Poems to Wander…
Balloon
A red speck fades where hands fell short

Blood Burning
sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth