Many People

There are many people

who love me.

And many people

who actively don’t love me.

Who hate me.

I’m a transexual woman.

Loud and proud.

Many people,

hetero and queer,

don’t like me and

my loud and proud way.

I honestly spend a lot

of time thinking about

these people.

What if I could do enough

kind things?

Maybe then these people

would love me.

At least appreciate and

respect me.

But I know that won’t be

the case for many of

these people.

What if I love more and more

and more?

I can love quite a bit bigger

than lots of people.

But maybe I should spend

more time

caring about the many people

who love me.

The people who love me

just as I am.

One Transwoman’s Way

I will grow old and die.

My body might slowly

lose its life and energy.

I will lose my beauty and

my youth.

My revival won’t go on

forever.

I will be in pain, be tired,

feel ragged and worn out.

Or

I could die sooner, from a

sudden illness, accident, or

heart attack.

But however this inevitability

happens,

I will have lived life on my terms,

with joy, believing in kindness

and leaning into other

people’s joy

regardless of what passes

around and within me

and how my fate peters out.