Tainted Kinship • 10/21/23 | 11/5/23
October 21 The toxicity spread to me Poison coursing (burning) through my veins I have become unclean - toxin November 5 My kinship is filled with blood. Not the kind that develops unbreakable bonds Coursing through the loving heart of a unit, a family, The kind of love and protection. No. But the snarling kind, The primal, ravaging kind snarling For more blood, more meat, more suffering
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