2022 Poem Four

CW: older language/reclaimed slur; religious imagery

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“God blessed me by making me transexual for the same reason God made what but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.” ~ Julian K. Jarboe

 

I am a being of my own creation.

Made in the image of my ancestors’ wildest dreams.

They laid every brick along my path

so that I can do the holiest Creation of all:
The Creation of myself.

 

Every injection of testosterone in my hair covered stomach

is a commitment to myself.

Reaffirmed every time I put on the clothing of euphoria.

Giving my body rest and food and the extra salt I need

are love letters to my ancestors.

Every single day that I exist finds a new way

to say ‘thank you’ to Creation for the gift of participation.

 

I am the bread, the wine.

I am the image of God.

Queerness is an act of creation

and I am the wine and the grapes.

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