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Posted Oct 10, 2003 - 08:00 AM
Originally appeared in Transgender Tapestry #103, Fall 2003. For Debra Forte, Rita Hester, victims of transphobia. by Oussama Zahr My lashes, wistful, close ?Lids soothing eyes Like aloe over the burn? Close for moments Longer than yours do So you can look at me Without reciprocity, ?In the dark under my lids And through my mascara, I secrete a light unlike The one you think You can shine through me? I do you This favor knowing Better than you Your vulnerability As you undress me Sliding my top down over Hardened silicone bulbs That you eventually cleave To procure hastily My heart, severely Paring layer after Failure to excavate With your light Some corroborative Truth to Subdue the erection That defies you; Thus you probe, so you rend, Scared of what you?re Not finding, stick me Through the way you can?t When you discover My one inch stump The relic, the pillar That you have turned to That you cannot escape Even with your 6? Stab wounds in my chest Any one of which suffices To kill me, Her. Oussama Zahr is a junior at Harvard, majoring in Literature. He has taken poetry writing courses with Forrest Gander, Jorie Graham, and Peter Sacks; performed in college musical and opera productions; and is Political Chair of the Harvard LBGT Student Association. He can be reached at zahr@fas.harvard.edu. ------------------ Free To Be My Own Gender by Angela Dobbs-Sciortino Do not treat me as whatever gender you perceive me to be. Treat me for who I am and what I do. Do not tell me I have to pick one or the other So you will feel better about how you think of me. Do not tell me there are only two options. Do not tell me my gender was decided by the doctor. I?m sick of this dichotomous gender bullshit. Gender expression can vary wildly. Do not exclude me because I don?t fit in your perfect mold. Do not make an example of me So others will be afraid to show their true selves. Just because I am not what you expect Does not give you the right to ridicule, beat, rape, and murder me. I have a right to live and be happy. A right to be who I am. Angela Dobbs-Sciortino is a graduate of the University of Wisconsin, with a B.S. in anthropology and women?s studies. S/he lives in Madison, Wisconsin. Angel is in a polyamorous relationship with her partner of eight years. S/he can be reached at parody@bigfoot.com.
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