The Next Testament
[ in collaboration with Elizabeth Strauss a.k.a Deadpan Lizzie ]
We are accomplices with deranged history, but together we are agents of change.
We are conspiring a revelation one might consider a vile hex to sex, while others might perceive as a courageous act of humility and justice for the opressed.
As I strut in my pleather, rainbow painted torsos, and shades of pink in masks do I look like I am out to harm?
Or simply living my truths like all the other souls who roam
I’m out of organs to donate. Fragments of me, taken away involuntarily without permission or a sense of validation in return.
Like I’m never enough and my actions are always lacking… something... that only the ghost of my past ancestor knows.. that’s how they say the judgement goes..
Do I offend those afraid of my confident strides as the long haired lesbian lioness of the concrete jungles
My tails wagging swiftly in the summer heat
Not pouncing
Or waiting for prey
Just being me
I have the right to love God and Adam at the same time, anything in between from L to Q, and infinite pluses thereafter. It makes sense to me. Period.
They said those like me must be sent away
“Pray out the gay!”
Why?
The stars aligned during conception to make me uniquely me
My compassion for others cannot be contained nor put into a neatly wrapped box with a ribbon on top… or bottom... Inside out, or vice versa. It’s exuberant, squirting like fireworks of multiple spectrums, shapes, and travel paths into the moon eclipse of twilight
The only crime I have committed recently is smuggling certain treats across this land to ease my anxiety
I found myself in court. The hammer hits a nail to a label and onto my forehead. I am sentenced without a lawyer by my side nor an opportunity to object, or explain, or time to accept the verdict.
So that I can briefly escape and not have to think about those who do not value me and my Queer siblings equally
The tears are mopped clean under the rug, absorbed by the tainted fabric of secrecy. Never to be seen out of shame or guilt, or confessed to the synagogue of a cultish society deemed as “normal”, not even a chance to be laid on the table to simply be discussed and empathized.
Alas, we cannot continue to hide who we are, nor will we give into those old world ideologies. The next testament is being written, stating on every page that we are valid. And that without us, the book would be incomplete.
The Holy Grail is upon us
Yet the tunnel is long and I’m still trailing to be drenched by the light one day
I need that light. I deserve that light..
We are the light
