I was birthed in a smoldering ember
My joy stolen like the air from my lungs
Im screaming in ecstasy;
Terror

They tell me that is resistance
I want my resistance to be a boot on the neck of every bigot,
My cries to bring divinity crashing down

Years spent for the comfort of others
“I’m mourning the loss of my child”
Acceptance? Excuses?
When I came out to my dad I told him I wouldn’t feel safe until I had a gun
Five months
4mg estrogen, 50 mg spiro
Still no gun

I don’t want rage to be my identity
I want to be beautiful,
To move fluid like blood spilling across the concrete

Drop dead,
Love me when i’m heaving breaths,
Scraped elbows,
Knees,
Wailing in the woods,
Pounding on the floor.