Election 🏳️🌈
November 2016 A punch to the gut, though you expected it. That trans girl and I weren't too far off. Showering in the dark with gloves on. Me, permanent rib damage from compression and disguising. Her, never feeling pretty enough to walk outside alone. Me, my name scratched out in permanent marker, only a torn, weak girl left behind. Her, unable to fully settle in anywhere in public. For us, this is reality. November 2020 Frozen fear dripping into the crevasses, slopes, and corners of my every thought. A baby they can't carry A planet burning fiercely, wholly A trans girl lands herself in the hospital after her gender-affirming care is cut at the age of 15 This is HIS world, HIS law now. November 2...