Fruit of The Doom | Kadence Warner

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Fruit of The Doom
- after Tyehimba Jess

A simple white tee
meant to be paired with
some plain old blue jeans.
A casual, classic look,
giving off a persona I like to present,
that of my hard-working, tough by nature
with salt of the Earth kind of standards.
Bleached crew-neck, complementing
the contours of my chest,
gave freedom in the form of a single layer.
Something that feels the most like me,

A short sleeve under shirt
used together or worn beneath
a sweater or dress blouse.
It’s an article no one’s supposed to see,
presenting myself in a way not to embarrass
mother, give her a position to be cruel
about how I don’t look very feminine.
The cotton fabric clinging to,
tight against my breasts,
provided me with my first coat of cover-up.
The things I feel most comfortable in,

They could never see me this way.

Generously packing my boxer-briefs,
no longer needing to bind my chest flat.
Rolled up sleeves, showing off my biceps,
unashamed of my thin mustache,
a man in his own right
who feels euphoric.

Not the spandex-shorts over top of panties,
with a sports bra two sizes too small.
My voice’s pitch lower than you’d expect,
when I search in the mirror for
someone tough, nowhere near lady-like
and no longer dysphoric.

Kadence Warner is a poet from Southeastern Idaho studying English and Creative Writing. Previous works of his can be found in Vandalism No.7 and Nymphs. https://twitter.com/kw_writing_

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