The Voice of the Soulless
A Transgender Day of Remembrance Poem. “Am I…alive?”, I ask myself. Sure enough, my heart beats. I even converse with the living. “So, why don’t I feel alive?”, I look…
How will a black, newly post-op, trans girl survive homelessness in Toronto? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Let's find out.