Legalize Trans*

Today’s post is a spoken word piece from Alex James Holland,  a “22yr Transmasculine working class intellectual living in the Midwest” 

Enjoy,

The LT Crew

When we meet for the first time you will read me. 
From my words down to my toes, 
The secrets of my unknown and you will judge me. 
Just as fast as lightning you will try to strike me
You are the streets I avoid, the “keep walkin’ boy”, the are you a freak//fuck//fag to avoid…One of these days I will show you what I am made of…
Because I am homemade; like cookies & cake, like the best things in this world that need to be saved and you don’t want to…
So I will kill you with kindness and slash you with my words, 
And I can tell you all about Judith Butlers “Genderless worlds” or do you prefer Foucault?
Because this is the only language I know.
 And when I say I know I mean I’ve got no fucking clue. And I travel these roads and meet people like you, and I do not exist.
I am a word someone chose from a hat, 
That ends in jargin and begins with advanced
I am not accessible nor am I free, these words and narratives confine me, in a tightly closed box with a note inside saying “you will never find me” 
But I will not be captured and I will run for years, I hope to survive on just being seen not heard. Because I,
DO NOT EXIST, IN THESE WORDS.