Dykes, faggots and heteros, lend me your ears;
I have come to bury bi- phobia.
Gender is too often exalted
and oft felt in your bones.
So let it be with you. I will tell you
gender is irrelevant to me.
Category: poetry reading
Autumn, Poetry by Angel Edwards
Autumn Fall
May you dance
through the fallen leaves
Pirouette on the
golden reds and greens
