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About quenyar

Just another bozo on this bus.

Gone

She drove away into the darkness of the night We did not say goodbye She departed, not without warning and left me wanting Dearly departed I am drowning in my own life Wanting to have refrained from the last last … Continue reading

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Gender Outlaw

I wanna be a gender outlaw I wanna wear a big ass pink Stetson hat But I ain’t gonna chew no tobacco, bub Perched up there on that great big ‘ol white horse Riding into town with a big grin … Continue reading

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Safe

Safety       is hypothetical       is assumed by many men       is doubted by many women       is the destination of choice       is deemed worth a ton of grief. … Continue reading

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Unlovely

You know I have always been unlovely This body of mine that I acquired From the tangle of leaves and brambles in an ancient adolescence This body that was an unruly and uncomely accident Useful to be sure, but merely … Continue reading

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Gravestone

She was all alone I was not with her She was with me We walked and did not talk It was evening Then morning I reached out to her and she was gone When they found her, she was two … Continue reading

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Nice

It would have been nice to have been attractive To be observed as interesting, to have been pursued, to have been desired And I don’t mean for myself, for who I am, which is not immediately apparent Apparently But to … Continue reading

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Hearsay

You know what they told me? A pack of lies and cheats mostly About how it was going to be when I grew up and became a real person Who I would be, what I would do, what I would … Continue reading

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Cages

When she was younger, they put her in a cage They never let her out, not even on weekends It didn’t matter what she wanted or how she felt It was a rite of passage, after all It was all … Continue reading

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Alone

When I am alone I can be dealt with I can be awed, frightened, bullied I am vulnerable This is a known fact about me It’s on file in DC in Brussels In Moscow In Rome It’s a well known … Continue reading

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Voice

Who do I sound like when I am being myself Not one of my characters, not the people that people expect me to be Is my voice too high or too low, does it express who I am Does your … Continue reading

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