Ryan Loftus - Bodies

Tighter and tighter it begins to wind.
The longer I suffer, the more that I find.
Tension to seduction, a lustful embrace.
Caressed by notions of gender and race.

Symbols of a memory attacked,
From those notions I detach.
A formal state of guided disguise:
In this body, I am a lie.

A sickening compulsion now guides me to leave.
My new addiction is discovery.
I spent my memories transgressing foul ways,
Inhaling noxious lies, the smog, and the hate.

All those frameworks helped me
Suppress my truth’s memories.
I spent my score breathing,
Inhaling noxious lies.

Unknowing the boundaries shared
Led from those limits there.
I conjure the truth I see;
There are only words and Bodies.

Force fed restriction,
I swallowed as not to choke.
I thirsted for those colors,
But in ocean blue I drowned.

Cohorts maim and claw at
Voiceless, coerced bodies,
Molded to the mannequin
Of her perception.

My other side is now broken;
Coerced, the patriarchy rapes my form.