Dump my body on the steps of Capitol Hill
They know what they did
Know that I didn’t go silently
Know that I was biting, scratching, fighting the whole way down
Seek justice, not vengeance
Vengeance is only for my soul to reap
Do not give them any peace
Rest should not come to them, for it will not come to me
If it was one, pay them some heed, it takes a great effort to break me
If it was many, shame them forever
Only cowards and fools need a mob to succeed
Take time to mourn,
There is great power in feeling
Then rise up, up,
And fight like hell for the living
In honor of trans awareness week and Trans Remembrance Day. This is probably the fastest a poem has ever come to me tbh, I sat down and wrote and all the words were there. I think a lot about my transcestors. About how proud, yet how frustrated they’d be. I know things look bleak now. Remember that our joy is resistance.
