Poetry journal

Trans Day of Remembrance

A thousand candles are lit, you can see the pain echoing through this mist. Only few remember us, now it's our youth's burden to bare, knowing that we won't be there, seeing the haunting memories of us screaming and pulling out our hair, just before we ended it all. Our siblings scream and call but it's too late. We're gone. Society can pretend it cared, but only our youth will know the truth that no one really cares. They're lowering her coffin now, her parents crying those fake tears saying how they cared about "him." If they even dared to pretend they actually cared, they wouldn't be burying me in a dress my hair in some girly mess. They wouldn't mark my eternal resting place with that name, that name that brought me so much pain. Did you think giving me such pain would leave you with anything to gain? You didn't gain a single thing just one more list for our trans youth to mourn in the mist, in the shadows were no one hears our cry. Slowly we all start to die. Our youth has lost so many future leaders, all because you are allowed to be you but I better not even dare to be me. For if I was to be true to myself God knows all hell would break loose because some people can't handle differences. I wanted to be me, I wanted you all to see, but the only one who will see me for me is all the angels in heaven because it's too late, you can only remember my face, while our youth will know my pain. A lot of us will have the same fate. But let's change that another date. Remember my life, know my strife caused by pressures of society and my parents. They acted like they were doing good, we all know we were truly abused. With this I'll say my final goodbye, remember me and please don't cry.