Every morning I paint my face
With three words stuck on repeat
Fierce
Devastating
Sickening
Every day I pound the pavement
With three words stuck on repeat
Tough
Hard
Untouchable
My look is my life
And my walk keeps me safe
Because I know what happens to young brown
Trans women
If we are not being harassed
Beaten
Or killed
Then our voices
And the narratives that we have written for ourselves
Are being ignored
Discounted
Or invalidated
Whether I am at a queer party
Or walking home late at night
I need to be read
And read well
Perhaps that’s why I get so frustrated
When the brush doesn’t do precisely as I demand
I look in the mirror knowing
That to fuck up
Is to take a risk I can’t afford
Perhaps thats why my face
Is carefully sculpted into two expressions
“Don’t fuck with me”
and
“Really don’t fuck with me”
I look into the eyes of others knowing
That to show weakness
Is to invite death
They were surprised
When he told them that I was a sweetheart
He told me
I see you
And I am shocked
That anyone has the eyes
To truly see me
And what a blessing that is.
Every night I lay next to my lover
With three words stuck on repeat
Love
Love
Love