Oh, to be trans. Perpetually swimming in a rich gumbo of sweat, tears and the bitter blood of my breathless siblings. The candlelight services and balloon releases every November 20th shatter my sickly soul as I reflect on the crime that is to have a “girl brain” in a “boy body” housed in felonious ebony skin.
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