This was when you recognsízed me,,
but i didn’t recognize myself
now,, you don’t understand what you see,,
when i now,, recognize me
and we are now
nothing
im, sorry,
i worked it all out
😞️
but i’m not sorry who i became
i’m still here,,
but you act as if i dont exist
and can’t even look at me
anymore
in the natural history museum
i recognize the fossils
as more
than those who peer eyes upon,,
blue
underwater
one hand
as polarbears pretend
to exist
in trouser
normal resume
its infectious
everyone is so fucking normal
why do i feel so
when i am dying in clothes
that suffocate
until i am
and then become
without them
it was too much
i guess +
the uk has declared trans women out of existence
i never recieved an ‘are you okay?’
maybe its too much for cis people to understand
thats trans people are people
how could they know?
they don’t know what it feels like
to look at yourself
and want to change everything
in these images
i was dying
from the inside
and i didn’t even know
because i convinced myself i was going to be like them
i don’t think they even know
how dangerous it is for me to exist.
they don’t even ask
i don’t exist
but i do, to those who see me,,
and thats my family.
(cis people need to stand up to the rising transphobia,, erradicating us from existence.
its your lot thats doing it)