Christopher Soto
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Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color
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2018
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2 editions
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Nonbinary: Memoirs of Gender and Identity
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2019
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6 editions
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Diaries of a Terrorist
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2022
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2 editions
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Sad Girl Poems
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2016
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Noche de almas perdidas
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El destino maldito
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Muros de la Locura Americana
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"El Pacto de la Luna Sangrienta
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Diarios de un terrorista: Abolir la Policia
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Diarios de un terrorista: Abolir la Policia
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“I always wanted to be a sad white girl. I wanted to be sad like Lana Del Rey. I wanted a sadness so universal, it'd move everyone to tears. A sadness everyone could related to. "I want a summertime, summertime sadness".
My sadness is about domestic violence, homelessness, gender dysphoria, intergenerational trauma passed down from Salvdorean Civil War, etc, etc.
My sadness is something to observe, consume, sympathize, but NOT EMPATHAZE WITH (not to mobilize for). Most people do not know how to interact with my sadness. My sadness is so multifaceted, it speaks twenty languages.”
― Sad Girl Poems
My sadness is about domestic violence, homelessness, gender dysphoria, intergenerational trauma passed down from Salvdorean Civil War, etc, etc.
My sadness is something to observe, consume, sympathize, but NOT EMPATHAZE WITH (not to mobilize for). Most people do not know how to interact with my sadness. My sadness is so multifaceted, it speaks twenty languages.”
― Sad Girl Poems
“Every corner has a cop [coddling a liquor store]. Protecting their
Notion of freedom. // My neighborhood eats fear.
Mothers are getting // handcuffed & harassed. Homes are being
Crushed [like cigarette butts]. Everyone I know
Hates the racist police & wants a revolution.”
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Notion of freedom. // My neighborhood eats fear.
Mothers are getting // handcuffed & harassed. Homes are being
Crushed [like cigarette butts]. Everyone I know
Hates the racist police & wants a revolution.”
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“Rory, I want to say that death is what you've always wanted. But that can't be the Truth. [This time] we can blame it on me. I'll be the packing mule, carry all the burden. & you, you can be a child again; fold your church hands like dirty laundry [crease them tight]. Nobody has to know about us, not my father
nor yours --
No, not even God”
― Sad Girl Poems
nor yours --
No, not even God”
― Sad Girl Poems
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