tran-sister

”Hell hath no fury like a drag queen scorned” - Sylvia Rivera

twisted slit wristed suicide  
lipstick lay away lady  
with rainbow painted radio  
left leaning antenna  
left of the dial  
battered and bashed  
past outcast  
harrassed and healed
as you kneeled  
on the back of a bumper  
bearing a slick glitter sticker  
saying the bitch is back to back
static between station to station
saint vincent’s soul salvation
sound and fury freezing 
on unnamed avenues 
and unspoken sidewalks  
just a stones throw
from the wall of silence
and '69s violence  
when village idiots
in badges and blue  
squared off  
against street stars  
in stilettos and scars  
and a spic scorned and re-born  
as a drag queen rosa parks  
started a riot
that sparked a revolution

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