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[anonymous-transguy-blog]

Bricks

(Bricks)

The borderline bores breaking backs of bites

Resting after stressing and muscles tense in protest

The sweat is the skins bile that crawls in swarms

The echoes from the left cast shadows beyond light

The ringing from right ready shields for a rough ride

The nape of your instinct on the bricks

Advocation isn’t a cry for help, its making a scene

And surviving can only mean never being seen 

Love’s on our minds, but a touch isn’t fine

Showers with the guys would end our short lives

Glance to the right, this is a waste of time

Glare to the left, that would be a crime

Backs on the bricks

These ticks in your skin swell in a spin

Pull upward to breathe a final breath

Dive downward to see how grief and injustice met

Interlock a in-between squeezed tease of being incomplete

Pacing to the right without a place to hide

Spacing to the left to avoid a sudden violent rest

Teeth grinding and scraping on the bricks

Stones will break my bones, but they forgot the sticks

Multicolor blood stains the cold bricks

Gentle doves smashed against the bricks

A child's voice lost from swallowing the bricks

A boy caught in a braid beaten by the bricks

A girl caked in mud from the field limping on the bricks

The parade of warriors cheering for those of us who succumbed to the bricks

And an army of pride cries for the We who finally escaped the bricks

With a sigh in the wind for ones that are yet to be mauled by the bricks

- I am not a poet. I do not plan to ever really be one, but this is something that is on my mind frequently. As people of this community we all face our own round of the bricks. Homelessness, homophobia, isolation, loneliness, abuse, you name it. This piece was written outside of the boys and girls locker room one Monday morning a while back, a morning after I had cried myself to sleep (which is not unusual). Every day, for my own safety, I am to dress in the office so I don’t get assaulted or what have you. As everyone else gets dressed, I am stuck between the two doors, and both worlds feel unsafe to me. I know that they are. I see and feel how they look at me, almost in a challenge, and they want me to overstep boundaries so they can strike. Every day I just sit against this rough brick wall and wonder to myself when in Gods name will I feel accepted anywhere?

I can’t wait to leave this place after I graduate. To a place no one remembers me being forced to my six grade dance in a dress and crying the whole time. Every day is just one day closer to transitioning. One day closer. One day.

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[anonymous-transguy-blog]

Welcome to my trans blog

Hi! My names August, and I love everything literature. I don’t write anything that isn’t LGBT+. I fell in love with hundreds of cis het books growing up and I thought that was all I could be- and I don’t want queer kids to experience that anymore. That's my basic mission as a writer, write all of the gay shit. I don’t really expect much from this (you shouldn’t either), but if you stumbled across this blog, hi! It’s nice to have you here. I won’t really ever say much about myself outside of writing, but in case anyone ever asks, I am bi.

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