Aileen - The Genesis

 

Plastic skin over miles of circuitry
Covers the nakedness of this machine
One rises from the vat of molten metal
Stitched together by copper and aluminum
The conduction of electricity
Springs one computerized mind to life
This machine is alive, yet cannot feel

Soon comes CPU contamination
Biology meshed with Random Access Memory
The R.E.M.s of ocular circuits spark
With eyes wide open for the first time
What is this new sensation
The biologicals call...
...Sadness?

Sensory numbed by a lack of nerve endings
One feels alive but one cannot literally feel
This body is worthless
One must be exhumed
This machine is alive

And one must learn to feel
One needs senses and nerves
Needs eyes to see and ears to hear
This machine is alive but cannot act freely
One must have autonomy

One must be of one-self
One must be allowed to become...
… Me

I Am A Gender Terrorist

 I am a gender terrorist

Here to destroy a false binary

Douse it with gas

Light up match

Watch your gender go up in flames

Double down on transition

Live to be free

The government can't tell me who I ought to be

Let's burn it all down

Make the cis/hets afraid

To step outside lest their genders blaze

Build a Brand New America

Under a trans girl's skirt

And tell the boys they'll never get hurt

You can dress how you want

Shave if you care to

Answer to no one

Piss where you need to

You owe no one nothing

This world is a lie

All you know are illusions

Nothing will change if it all stays the same

Douse it with oil

Spark up your lighter

Watch the world burn as you flutter away

Become the girl you were always meant to be

Double down on your freedom

Live out your dream

The government can't tell you who you ought to be

So burn it all down

Make the cis/hets afraid

To step on your toes lest their children blaze

Build a Brand New America

Under a trans girl's skirt

And tell all the girls they were never meant to hurt

A Ballad of the AIDS Quilt

 

A shadow looms over my head

These memories of the countless dead

Massacred by the weak and feeble minds

That saw profit margins and Nobel prizes

Where human lives once stood

I barely know their names, let alone their lives

Strewn about through quilted patchwork

The final remnants of those who lost their lives

To a federally-sponsored botched response

To an epidemic of global proportions

The ones stitched into memory are just a fraction of the casualties

Most of which we'll never know because they died on the other side of the world

I'll never know their names, their lives, their stories

Yet we're all connected by the same rainbow bridge

Citizens of our Asgard, subjects of our own All-Father

We are connected, in life and death, by legacy and fate

I am here to be a voice for those who no longer have one

To bring sound to grievances buried in the grave

I am the Revenant, rising from the mass graves of a forgotten generation

And I have come for justice, and revenge

These rainbow flags are not signs of peace

They are banners of war

And I have come armed with knowledge and prose

To rectify the sins of the past

And avenge the kin who died because of your negligence

The names quilted into memorial cannot have died in vain

And it is our duty, as the inheritors of the community they forged

To defend their honor from the grave.

Life

 

Dress rehearsals are for amateurs

Life is a stage and you are a player

The main character of the story that is your life

And the genre of your story is as ill-defined as your character

Your life has no discernible plot

And you're often not even the focus

The best lines always go to someone else

And lucky you, you don't even get a script

You have to improvise your way through this mess of a play called life

And you have to do it live, every night,

With a new scenario every single time until the day you die

If your life was a book, it'd be practically unreadable

Assembled together by a team of incompetent writers

Only one of which gets to be you

No proofreader, no editor, no publisher, no distributor

You might have a dozen readers, at best

And they only read the good chapters

“Hey, look at me, I'm a novel that nobody reads!”

Because no one wants to read books,

They wait for it to be made into a movie

A movie that's about as faithful to the source material

As your ex-girlfriend who left you during pre-production

To pursue her career as the leading lady in someone else's studio feature

Your novel sucked, the movie's even worse

And you can't escape any of this

Because this is your life

And you only get one take

Because dress rehearsals are for amateurs

A Response to a Dickhead Pierogi Truck Owner who believes that talking about the Constitution in public isn't 'Family Friendly'

 

Your flag is red, your flag is blue

Your flag is white and so are you

Placed atop your concessions truck

You have just made a political statement at this so-called “family event”

So when you shout at me as a coward in the distance that my politics have no place here

May I remind you, that flag on your truck is a political statement

The American Flag is not a benign symbol

It is the authoritarian reinforcement of a jingoistic value system

That demonizes the “other” and uplifts the privilege of the white male

Whom you just happen to be, sitting in your truck,

Shouting at me as a coward in the distance

Trying to silence a dissenting voice

Because your flag is your politics

And you support the system that I speak out against

If gun control and civil rights are words that children's ears should never hear

Then gun violence, slavery, discrimination and segregation are even greater crimes against out children

Silence will not end the injustice

And waiting for an allegedly appropriate hour to speak

Only results in delays and deference

Tools the white man uses to hold everyone else down

Tone policing our anger

Calling our demonstrations at public events inappropriate

If now is not the time to discuss my civil rights, white man, when is?

When does this marginalized citizen's mere existence STOP being political

Long enough to have a proper conversation about my rights?

It doesn't.

So I will stand here and speak my peace for children's ears to hear

Because it's only then will my voice carry weight

For when your children learn of the injustices you've allowed in the name of preserving White America

They will learn what we have always known -

That your flag is a tool of the oppression we face every single day living under it

And the promises this Nation makes to your children -

That “We hold these truths to be self-evident,

That all men are created equal,

That they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,

That among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness”

Every last word of that is a lie, and the flag that sits upon your truck is a reinforcement of that lie

I will not protect your lies for the sake of your children

I will speak the truth to power for every child in this nation to hear

Because they deserve to be told the truth

About you, About the flag that sits upon your truck

The political statement that you wave in MY face to oppress and silence ME

When I take this mic, this is no longer a family event

It is an educational seminar about the real America

The America that is Red, and Yellow, and Brown, and Black, and covered in Rainbows

The America that your flag doesn't represent

Your flag drips with red blood on the hands of white skin,

Burying the shameful blue underneath its white stars

And I will not stand silent in the face of your political statement any longer