I recently found Joy Young on Button Poetry (go there it’s a fucking wonder of poetic experiences) and she’s actually the first non-binary poet I’ve ever seen which is depressing but god am I glad to have someone else at the party (I can’t eat all these chips by myself). Most people I know even my activist friends don’t truly understand what it is to be gender queer. It’s a concept but all the feelings are missing. Dear Joy, thank you for giving us words.
You probably don’t know that you know Brenna Twohy. She got some attention earlier in the year with her amazing poem Fantastic Breast and Where to Find Them. Which if you haven’t seen go fix that now. After watching that for the hundredth time I went looking for more from Mrs. Twohy and found this epic gem of slam poetry.
Poetry gets a bad rap. It’s been painted by every bad poem that we’ve heard in our 9th grade english class but good poetry is magic and Twohy is a brilliant magician. I’ve known a lot of nerds and a lot of them have panic disorders and/or anxiety disorders, it’s so empowering to see someone use my language, the language of super heroes to say look this is hard and unfair but we’re fighting. The best thing about poetry is that in 3 minutes you can give someone something to hold on to. Something that might make the next three minutes just a little bit easier. I sincerely hope Brenna puts out a book soon because I want something to hand people when they are invisible. I want to give them something real that says look, someone sees you.