a bit of a vent poem

a teensy weensy poem about the trans genocide

More than Death, More than Survival

I want to live.

This statement shouldn't be extremist

But many see it as so.

I want to live.

My life has only just begun

I want to see it through. 

So many like me

Don't get to. 

Autonomy, joy, love,

Are taken from our hands

Every single day. 

I want to live. 

Grief for those I never had the privilege to meet

Weighs on my consciousness. 

Why doesn't it weigh on yours? 

We want to live. 

We want to grow old. 

We want to be there to raise

The next generation of us.