I am certain that the kind of love that I want, wants me. The kind of love that stays knows I will write poetry about my past pain but that is not their reference book on how to love me better.
This one is for the ones formerly known as fairies. For the ones known as fags, For the one whose existence is minimized to a crime, For the ones called … Continue reading For the Femme and Defiant
Gay, skinny, big headed and undignified Zulu boy are some of the adjectives that are often attached to my identity. I always knew I would question my identity, but I … Continue reading I will never be Zulu or Man Enough