Reflection • 1/1/24
you, with the eyes of a child whose soft light has been extinguished by the staleness of the world your gentle soul glistening in the starlight whose tears are those that fall from your sweet eyes? whose pain? • I see myself in the reflection of everything I write A blood dripping mirror whose sharp edges I cut myself on long ago Who is that looking back at me? As different as they look, they are all too familiar The circles under their eyes and the downward turn of their lips resembling mine They are crying… I reach my fingers to my face and find them to be tainted with tears as well… - We Are the Same
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 BluesDedicated
☆ 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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