Dead and gone

I don’t fit in their prayers
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in in their schools
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their stores
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their bathrooms
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their jobs
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their life
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their stores
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their doctor’s offices
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their government
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their airplanes
Because they want me dead and gone
I don’t fit in their policies
Because they want me dead and gone
And when I’m dead and gone
And my sisters and brothers hide in mortal fear
Lest they end up dead and gone
Who will be next on their list
To be dead and gone?

©Heather Coldstream


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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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