someone else's shame
By kevin martens wong zhi qiang
originally published wednesday, 21 february 2024
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.
Someone else's eyes,
clawing
at my face.
Someone else's lies,
tearing off
my brave little lion child mane.
Someone else
refuses to die
the good ego-death
Refuses to stop
trying to touch me.
To sneak a taste
of that Kevin Martens Wong breath.
Someone else claims
I am profane.
Someone else claims
I am fucking up my very beautiful and good name.
Someone else sinks into my psyche.
This is
someone else's goddamn
pain.