Lee Mokobe

played hide-and-seek with
what was left of my goal,

your insides you make it pretty enough
to invite guests over you

They did not like they'll put me back
into the closet hang me with

Why the brutality of living in this
body becomes an drugs at the

Boy an apologetic and when I turned
12 the boy phase wasn't deemed

It was I had snapped back toothless
grin used their street cred,

maybe I just don't care.

But shame lingered as an after taste
and attempt to re-introduce

silence in the hopes that my son
would burn and felt my mouth

Thank God didn't didn't save
all this breadth and mercy.

me to sanctity my mother told me of
the miracle I was said I could

would dissolve like sugar and tongue.

Can you see how easy it is to talk
people into coffins to miss

cute anymore it was met with nostalgic
aren't missing my knees and

these flows naturally I did
not come out of the closet.

Like my blood was not the way
that washed over Jesus' feet.

Hall leader Alcon Blake Brock intend
she fears that I'll die

I was kneeling long after the
congregation was on its feet.

there my body as a feast for the
eyes and hands and once the

rotting go away in high school hallways.

Bruce Jenner on everyone's lips.

I was it the winner to a game
the other kids can play.

I would turn myself into a mausoleum
that I'm walking casket news

Maybe God finally listened to my prayers.

and in the shadow of skirts or reminded
me that my kind attitude

There were very good at it all the part.

marriage and childbearing and I swallowed
the end sauce along with

No one ever thinks of us as human
because we are more gross than

make the floorboards strong enough.

headlines as turned my identity
into a spectacle,

Do not to let a goal I treated like
a house and when your house is

all the other skeletons.

At my permission called me by name.

she claims.

my tiny body drooping like a question
mark all over the wooden pew

I was the mystery of an anatomy a
question asked but not answered

I did not recognize said lesbian
but I was more boy goal what can

classroom her sons becoming like
Judgment Day and now oncoming

without a whisper.

that it exists to be perverse in
Smith and without their consent

To stand on my mother for
years I've named myself.

My prayers are now getting
stuck in my throat.

would never bring a husband home
then I exist for heterosexual

bottom of the quality pages.

what a shame conversations
at the bus stop,

The both hands into holy war trace
the Trinity across my chest,

I decided to be a boy.

their names on grave stones and people
still wonder why they boys

The first time I uttered a prayer
wasn't a glass stained Cathedral

flesh because people fear that my
gender expression as a trick

thought to feel redundant before we
realize that our bodies become

traffic as embracing more transgender
children than parents.

I ask Jesus to fix me and when
he did not answer I befriended

I wonder how long it will be before
the train suicide notes

Then I will turn into,

It had nothing to do with hating my body.

The kids at my school opened it was.

I will be the best attraction.

I just love it.

effect of my career.

groping between awkward.

the,

They are afraid of the coming another
has taken a second afraid of

grow up to be anything I want,

You do not evacuate you make it
comfortable enough to house all

lessons about sin way before
we learn how to love them.

Maybe I am finally fixed,

then Bobby.

falling apart.

After fading things as she comes
the echoes left behind by Maya