POEWWMMZ
What my poems could be like–
“I took her by her hair and I
Pushed her to her knees,
I had her suck me off and
Before I was done I
Pushed her balls back inside
Where they belong,
Taped her dick down,
Tickled it with a feather then
Fucked her in the ass
Until I felt my time there
Was satisfactory for the both of us”
What my poems are actually like–
“I hate everyone,
Being fat is like walking around
With a sign on your back that says
‘I’m your problem’
I wish there was a dialogue
On the differences between
Being trans, and being
A fat tranny, like me– someone
Who might never be respected
For his masculinity, just because
Of his small shoes, big waist
And moon-shaped face.
I wish I hadn’t been so presumptuous (sexist? bigoted?)
As to assume that fatphobia might be different
For a man in a similar state, but
Again I will never know, because
I am a woman, who chose his own fate.
My genderlessness disrespected by
My own lack of faith.
I would choose to be a hero
But a villain is what seems to be taking shape
Again, I wish I could say something
Besides ‘fuck everyone’, but
Ya’ll make me sad, night and day.”