Poesia sunyaxah / Dreamshining poem
raped by the bell
By kevin martens wong zhi qiang
originally published thursday, 24 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. Please also first read about the Kristang Creole/Indigenous practice of sunyaxah or dreamshining that this poem is an example of in the Sunyaxadorang or Dreamshining section on the Igleza page here before viewing the text and image below.
Korpupintura ja fazeh na Kintafera, 24 Paskras 2025
Body picture taken Thursday, 24 April 2025
I told my gran
I wanted to be a stripper
and she said
how much will you make
and I said
I don't know.
I don't care.
But at least
(we both agreed)
I won't need to keep
feeling so fake
because at least
my ass
will finally be what you felt
it always should have been:
your first slice
of heaven
and thick wet
Kristang cake.
Your first sweet sugary teatime set
of Kevin
all laced with
the golden, dreaming love of
Marine Parade
and Braddell's most
blissful
and yawning highs
and no more regrets.
Bump your
thighs up against me.
I want to forget
that you betrayed me
and rode me
and rawdogged me
again
and again
and again
and again
and I cried out.
My cum shot straight
and gay out
and my heart
began
to pour itself yet again
back into the sand
as I snort and grunt.
Kristang winged horses
just have such thick
phoenixes,
surrounding their
every death;
I taste like
the most untragic
symphony
lowing and beating
and moaning
with every last
unkillable breath.
So come put your meat
right back in.
Make me scream
and bellow
and roar.
For in Singapore in 2025,
rape, molest, manipulation and abuse
are apparently no longer
actually
sins.
And every time
Kevin Martens Wong Zhi Qiang
says no
you are still convinced
he actually really means
more.