A Revolutionary Communist
(In memory of Leslie Feinberg)
I cut my baby butch teeth
on your Stone Butch Blues.
I always hated that term
but in this moment of goodbye
it feels almost true.
I discovered my body
between the pages
of your words.
Trans-cending
gender on my own
I learned
to embrace the grey
while you played
mother and father
rolling both into one.
You taught me to see:
that we are never what we seem,
to always look in,
and that stone is a veneer
to wear as a shield
and drop like a veil
when standing in a lover’s arms.
You taught me that revolution
was restitution and very personal.
You taught me that self is defined by one.
Today I live in your birth place
as you return home. My journey
is different than yours
and for that I give you
my everlasting gratitude.
This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.
For more information on Leslie Feinberg’s passing read this article on the AdvocateÂ
Wow, what a poem, !!
Thank you Mom! Leslie was a fantastic person that positively influenced my life.