[this is the poetic description of my poem. The link to my poetry/multimedia collage is my submission, through the Instagram link below. Thank you for the opportunity!]My wordsEmbody me as a bodyPhysically,Mentally,Spiritually.Holistically they’re the keyTo transforming into meInto He.Although distanced socially, They nonetheless make you seeBeing trans means no boundaries.They’re about me, Bu...

This one goes out to every person      who has asked me    the same burning question    across various    social media    platforms     which they seem    to find more    fascinating than Moses    talking through    a burning    bush,         I AM NOT A FUCKING      JIGSAW.           I always wonder    how many people      in the transgender community    have had    the same question      thro...

We met with pearls on the ceilingStop signs and Kodak callsYou were beautiful I remember Shimmering in the sun likeDew drops We held hands As if we had a chanceFlowers and leaves Rustled in the wind I videotaped you like the Superstar you areWith each stroke of the penI wrote about the lust We lovedWe listened to ABBA untilThe needle hit its limitWe drank vermouth and smoked mentholsWhilst our ...