Dear trans femme of colour,
who told me I was; Trouble. Dangerous. Fierce.
Thank you for listening,
to the vicious words that fill my body, clawing at my lungs for just a breath of life.
to those late night phone calls, when we are both exhausted from existing in a world that doesn’t hold us
so we held each other.
Thank you for sharing,
community, femmes with black and brown skin and bodies like mine.
your time, to make me a better writer, poet, person.
your brilliance, magic and power, which helped me harness mine, warrior woman blood rushing through my veins.
Dear trans femme of colour, I love you, I love you.