A Year in Stanzas
In the year of
still not our lord
but better known as 2016
I celebrated
I grieved
and was introduced to a newer
state of fear because of the
PULSE night club shooting
and who the majority of
the people decided to elect
as our new president
2016 was a big year for me
because I was lucky enough to
celebrate my third year anniversary
of coming out as transgender
and the third year anniversary
of failing my suicide attempt
at 16 years old
now I do wish that these two things
were not so closely intertwined
because while I want to celebrate
my body still remembers what it
felt like to be sucked down into
a pill-induced slumber
and how painfully dizzy the world
was upon waking up
and I am almost pulled under by
mountainous waves of guilt
but everybody has a coming out story
that never ends because of course it doesn’t
but mine just happened to start
with forty pills and waking up
knowing that something had changed
and that is okay
because I had to kill this part of myself
in order to ries from my own ashes
as a way of messy rebirth
This is where the grieving happened
it started in March
when I was happy to be alive
and my body was revolting against me
because I had tried to kill it
and it hasn’t really stopped since
I mean sure I can get up in the morning
and go about my day
but I slept like crap the night before
and there is a new and pressured
awareness of this extreme fear
that I had known existed
but was not having to fully face
until I heard about the PULSE shooting
and all my brothers and sisters that had been killed
had been targeted and shot down
because how dare they be transgender and queer
and of a different skin color
religion
sexuality
and gender than only a small part of the world
but that did not matter to this man
whom actions have been attributed to ISIS
and mental illness
but all that I see and know in my heart
is that this man was fueled by hate
and that is a terrible thing because
now the worst massacre in
almost the whole history of the united states
was brought on by a white man
that decided my brothers and sisters did not deserve to live
because they were different than he is
And then this grief
this fear
this anger
and a very righteous anger it was
and is and will forever be
came back tenfold when I woke
up in a world
that truly thought that
this horrible man who does not know
how an abortion works
and elected a man as his vice president who
thinks that shocking the gay out of someone
will actually work
the world thought this truly horrible man
would be a good president
that he was up to the job
and knew what the fuck he was doing
but when he opens his mouth
all that comes out are toads and clods of dirt
because this is not a fairy tale
no
what this world is going to be
for the next four years
is a nightmare for people like me
the minority is in constant danger of being killed
for being themselves
and daring to love a person of the same sex
But even though this world
has become even more of a capitalist
hell-scape than usual
there are good things to be celebrated too
because I am alive
I survived swallowing forty pills
and three and a half psychiatric wards
made me a much stronger person
and now I take pills because they help me
keep myself alive because my brain
is sick and that’s okay
and I have so many good dates
that I had made for myself
like a legal name and gender change hearing
and even though I am $117 poorer
and I almost puked and cried
and stimmed my way through the whole
process of filling out the papers
and saying “I do” for probably the only time
in my life
I am going to legally be the real me and my gender
is going to be an M
and I am slowly covering up the years
of hurt and turmoil with ink that makes me
happy because it covers the scars of my
past but also creates a brightness for my future
and while horrible things do happen
good will almost always certainly follow
and I thank a god that I do not
always believe in because I am alive
and I am alive
and I am alive
and I am alive
to watch people and the world heal