8 Indian LGBTQIA+ Influencers to Follow on Instagram

"Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."- Harvey Fierstein.

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03 February, 2020
8 Indian LGBTQIA+ Influencers to Follow on Instagram

"Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."- Harvey Fierstein.

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I have cuts on my lee cooper denims And rips in my finger tips From tearing up packets of medicines The metal slices my finger often I’m not very careful Or I don’t attach too much to Cuts or blood Just a slight shudder The skin’ll grow back The post office isn’t too long a walk As I walk through the hustle and bustle Sticking letter stamps on my wounds I send you 5 bandages in an envelope every week Some bloody, some not In the death of the night, my room mate watches porn too violent With bodies treated callously Like strewn dominoes It’s odd I’m too scared to slip down my slit fingers I specifically buy roses without thorns to put in the vase next to my work table It’s strew with scissors and paper and blades And hardened glue The kind that can’t stick anything anymore Somedays when I turn on the radio I turn it to the news radio They play public service announcements A woman in a nasal tone once announced Many finger cuts might cause you to lose feeling in your hands That explains it Loss On many days The letters I posted to you come back So I start addressing them to myself “Dear P, show mercy if not kindness.” And once, you did write back. With my bandages, glued and hardened The kind of glue that can’t stick anything. For the kind of wounds you left . . . ? going through a phase where my brain doesn’t feel right, so here’s some old poetry? #poetry #illustration #draw #heartbreak #wounds #bandage #hurt #love #forgiveness #digitalart #quicksketch

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I have cuts on my lee cooper denims And rips in my finger tips From tearing up packets of medicines The metal slices my finger often I’m not very careful Or I don’t attach too much to Cuts or blood Just a slight shudder The skin’ll grow back The post office isn’t too long a walk As I walk through the hustle and bustle Sticking letter stamps on my wounds I send you 5 bandages in an envelope every week Some bloody, some not In the death of the night, my room mate watches porn too violent With bodies treated callously Like strewn dominoes It’s odd I’m too scared to slip down my slit fingers I specifically buy roses without thorns to put in the vase next to my work table It’s strew with scissors and paper and blades And hardened glue The kind that can’t stick anything anymore Somedays when I turn on the radio I turn it to the news radio They play public service announcements A woman in a nasal tone once announced Many finger cuts might cause you to lose feeling in your hands That explains it Loss On many days The letters I posted to you come back So I start addressing them to myself “Dear P, show mercy if not kindness.” And once, you did write back. With my bandages, glued and hardened The kind of glue that can’t stick anything. For the kind of wounds you left . . . ? going through a phase where my brain doesn’t feel right, so here’s some old poetry? #poetry #illustration #draw #heartbreak #wounds #bandage #hurt #love #forgiveness #digitalart #quicksketch

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