I don't want to command you to have hope when you want to despair. I don't want to tell you to search for the silver lining in the darkest of clouds.
What I want to tell you is that they have ripped out our tongues, over and over and over, for as long as we've existed.
We still found the words.
What I want to tell you is that they have ripped out our tongues, over and over and over, for as long as we've existed.
We still found the words.
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They starve us and we feed each other.
They beat us and we dress each others' wounds.
They kill us, but still we rise from graves.
We will not be eliminated.
We will never be gone.
You will not have your perfect, colorless world, devoid of our joy and radicalism.
Your sane world will not survive us.
And we will laugh when every one of their idols is dust between our toes.
This, I promise.
If you are trans.
You have to live.
It was hard but you're here. I'm proud of you for getting here. I'm cheering for you to keep going. Picture a random mom with zero style and zero chill shaking silver pompoms behind you when you look in a mirror - because I want you to go! fight! win! at life.
you are so much stronger than they would have you believe
yes, checking out ends all the pain and nonsense
and it is always an option available to you
but not today, you big ol trans weirdo
you're too awesome to check out today
we gon burn some shit on our way out
if you expect things to become intolerable and pull the plug in anticipation, you may be wrong. you can't change your mind once you've done it, but if you haven't, you can change that at any time
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We WILL survive
Fuck 'em. They can come here and kill me themselves. I'm not helping 'em.