GETTING A GLIMPSE OF MY TRUTH
Being misgendered triggers
a white reader in mind. This
wave of “pink” a nicely packaged
idea: our social grievances are
connected. Asexuality isn’t well-known
as a hub for Wiccan activity.
Witches can barely nurture
predatory men. I was fifteen.
Nature tends to be used and abused,
leading to apathy, dropping classes,
or frequent skipping.
Keeping up with the grievance
news often feels soul-crushing.
Under capitalism, cocooning
attention and gender dysmorphia.
I always knew I was black bright
light, outed by a pregnant pronoun.
I’ve fiercely flung that door
wide open, exuding ethnicity,
to the internet’s no-bullshit standards,
where something you love is always run
by scummy men.
Otohime 