Old Me, New Me, Same Me
A Dyke's "Lament"
I never saw a dyke I didn't like.
Not always romantically, at least platonically, but likely enviously.
I love a dyke
Like I love myself:
Fully, and without judgment.
Yes, for even when I called myself a dyke (or others did without consent),
I knew we needed all the love we could get.
I'm more likely to get clocked as and called a fag these days,
But my heart will always belong to and identify with
The dykes.
For better or worse, it's a title I claim with
Pride.
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For Raymond G. Taylor's Unofficial Challenge:
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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