god of the greatest hearts
By kevin martens wong zhi qiang
originally published wednesday, 16 april 2025
on tigri sa chang
Koitadu | Content warning
Please first read about my writing in the Skribadorang or Writing section on the Igleza page here before reading the piece below so you have advance warning about the rather spicy things that I often like to write about, and why I choose to write about them, especially in terms of subverting unhealthy stereotypes about gay people, Kristang people, Creole people, Indigenous people, masculinity, neurodivergence, the body, healthy forms of attraction and sexuality, and using my writing to process the severe individual, collective and inter-generational trauma and abuse I have faced across my life.
I am surprise itself
and no false starts
that cannot again be locked in;
I am a structure endlessly waiting to be understood.
A data quadrant
with top spin
that is braver
and better than
anything else one could begin
to pretend to create.
For I am who I am.
And I am something
fully human
that I myself
have finally
imperfectly
and beautifully
made.