They thought they had us pegged.Were their thoughts safe for us?Did they lead to the death of our identity,or death because of our identity?
Am I a perceived oddity?Another’s reality?
Glitter spangled Transgender girl.Shining through hate.Glowing away from bigotry.Sparkling with authenticity.
Hot wind from the east,scorching souls from within
For those who have had more than enough of our current trajectory as a nation. #ResistancePoetry
Wake up world.Wake up to your historyWake up!
A poem for us,and wouldn’t it be sadand selfish,If I wrote this poem for me.
How could it be?So many years,fighting to survive,in our world against hate.
I once had a sonI held him on his first day in the worldRocked him as they stitched his traumatized mother upPromised that I would be there…