Letters to my Mother • 1/5/24

You wait by my door hoping I’ll let you in.
Your head rested on the cold surface,
Slightly damp from your salty tears.
I wish I could do more for you, I whisper.
But this heart can only hold so much pain…
These arms can only hold so much of myself,
And even then they are full…
I’m sorry I have no room left for you.
- letters to my mother

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No one can hurt you like your mother. the one who bore you for so many months…all that time, and preparation… only to discard what you created…

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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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