Blood Poisoning • 3/8/24

Please don’t take what little I have…
What little I’ve built, away from me
Please don’t take away my will for this life
(for she is so new)

What do you do when your own blood poisons you?
Do you cut off the limb?
Replace the blood with an amalgamation of anothers'?

How do you reconcile with such a thing?
With the rejection of the extension of oneself…
It’s no wonder I confused my hatred for the poison as a hatred for myself

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About lttv

letters to the void. is a collection of short poems on trans and queer existence amid abuse, on Black existence, on mad existence, and the writer’s journey out of imposed darkness

To the reader, please note that the traditional format of the lttv poems follow a chronological theme as the reader goes through the ins and outs of the writer’s life and experiences. Some of this formatting may have been altered or posted out of order to adapt to the Substack platform.

While the journey has been rough, I would like to leave you with these words that have encouraged me through it all <3

" come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed " - Lucille Clifton

“Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.” - Leslie Feinberg from Stone Butch Blues

Dedicated

☆ to myself and for all those in a similar place
☆ to all of my trans siblings and especially my Black siblings <3

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