As a transgender man, I’m constantly seeing and hearing the message that I’m a fraud for living my life genuinely. This message has a serious effect on the mental health of trans* people and the way society sees us, which too often leads to suicide or us being murdered. This poem is about standing strong against those trying to harm my community and not allowing hate to win.
I’ve never had the choice to be an activist, I’ve had it forced upon me by just being trans*. My existence is a political discussion, and I have no choice but to fight to be accepted. This is exhausting, but has given me a strength I would never have had if I was cisgender.