We’re All Born Naked and the Rest is Drag
A Poem by Chris Watkins
Look me in the eye and call me a fag, this skirt will still look good on me. We’re all born naked and the rest is drag.
Laugh at my makeup. Point out my bag. Tell me I’m only good on my knees. Look me in the eye and call me a fag.
This body was born with the art of the brag: I’m the prettiest, handsomest, glamorous she. We’re all born naked. The rest is a drag
if you shop in one section, live like a tag on your least favorite shirt. Spill the real tea: look yourself in the eye when you call me a fag.
Baby, I’m not your mother and don’t mean to nag, but deep in your pockets, don’t you agree that we’re all born naked and the rest is drag?
Then pull up your panties. Pin up your wig. Put on a skirt and come follow me. I’ll look in your eyes, fly you a new flag cause we’re all born naked, and the rest is drag.
Chris Watkins is a genderqueer poet, writer, and environmental activist living in Tallahassee, FL. They earned their PhD in poetry and ecocriticism at Florida State University and currently serve as the Academics and Partnerships Coordinator of FSU's Sustainable Campus. Chris's recent work has appeared in Poetry Magazine, Cincinnati Review, and The Harvard Review among other journals. Their debut collection, The Drag Gospel of Queer Jesus, is forthcoming with Saturnalia Books.
