#44 – “THEY SAY”

My body is a statement
The idea that I can love it is anathema
For something in me must be broken

They say

My choices are a statement
Daring to change for my health and my happiness
Is a crime against their God

So they say

Even a trip to the bathroom is a statement
It does not matter the man I am becoming
I should join the women in the ladies

So they say

The clothes I put on are a statement
I can try all I want
But I won’t be real until I pass

So they say

Enough of what they say!
My life is not something to be bandied on stage
Laughed off as a joke, or phrased as a debate

That is what I say

People who never walked in my shoes
Arguing for and against my right to be
A simple man, living his life is wrong

That is what I say

It is hard to stand tall in a life where
I am denied at every turn, where I know
My neighbors would happily see me burn, oh well

That is what I say

How difficult is it to accept that
The person living this life might
Know it better than you?

That is what I say

This hard skin won’t crack
Developed from years of being
Forced to hide in plain sight

That is what I say

Trying to live as best I know how, hearing
A damned politician pat himself on the back for
Allowing me the treatment I need, is wrong

That is what I say

They say this choice will lead me to burn
Their God does not make mistakes, but my only choice
Was to live a truth, or die from the lie

Hear what I have to say.

Submitted by Xander Hargreaves

#40 – “I’M BI”

I’m bi
But I don’t tell people from fear of rejection
I’m bi
But I don’t tell men from fear of the questions
I’m bi
But I’m invisible because I lean towards men
I’m bi
But I’m not out, to make it easier on them
I’m bi
But I’ve never had a proper girlfriend
I’m bi
But I’ll always have a boyfriend
I’m bi
But my family doesn’t know
I’m bi
And not one of these makes me any less than what I am
Submitted by Anonymous

#36 – “A FRIENDLY COMPETITION”

Short story submitted by Tyler Busse
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Nervousness began setting in as I waited for my professor. The door clicked as he walked in not making an attempt to acknowledge me. He’s been like this since I volunteered.
            “So,” I began, “What is the objective?”
“You’ll understand once you get there.” He stated.
“How will I know it’s over?”
“It will be clear once the time comes.”
“Can you tell me anything?” I asked, becoming increasingly more frustrated.
If he heard, he made no signs of it. He began performing the gestures signaling he was casting; he followed this up with a string of words.
“Thanks for your help,” I muttered.
As my professor finished the incantation, I felt myself pulled to the field. The clearing stretched in front of me for about 100 yards; it was lined with trees forming clear boundaries. My competitor stood on the other side of the clearing. Like me, he was surveying the grounds on which we were supposed to perform. Panic washed over me. Did I recognize him? He didn’t waste time as he began reciting a series of syllables in one of the ancient languages. Flowers began to rise from the ground and bloomed into beautiful shades of blues and greens all over the field. I smiled. Let’s do this.  (more…)