I have become inured
to every single man, boy, and man pretending to be confident and Heard
looking at that goddamn flower.
Those steeplechase calves, made for maximum escape velocity power.
The way even the intellect completely and utterly
flounders, at the mindboggling prejudice and abuse that the majority of the Singaporean population
convinces themselves is somewhere over
There.
You sleep there.
On the ground.
Next to the tower
you nearly threw yourself from.
Next to the parking lot marked out for the differently abled
who at least we can take pride in
for not having failed
our heterosexuality test.
Our poetic projection-filled quasi-nation-building imagery mess.
Our unassailably confident lack of all appeals to common sense
to offer a fucking seat to what is going to be 20% of the population
in just a couple of years.
I'm not settling for less.
I'm not a mental or personality disorder.
I am a man-woman who does not wear a dress.
I am everything you absolutely hoped for,
standing up for Stacey,
and all the other freaking rest.
Standing up for myself,
and everything I am:
Nagraliya's direct descendant, and
more, most, and just the absolutely cutiestpiest best.
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