unexpectedly I suddenly needed to write a poem
how can I tell you of my rage / the holy fire that makes and unmakes me
Category: on Rage
TDOR: our safe spaces become violent
I want to remember my trans siblings today, but instead I have to witness from afar the same thing that always happens to us: violence, death, hatred.
the sound of angry people
Anger is exhausting. Rage burns in us and sometimes we burn too. Rest where you can.