We don't know why we're here

So confused, we may want to leave

All these trans folks gettin' killed here almost daily

We're just trying to fit in, but instead become a pet peeve

I don't know what to do oh God please someone help me


41, doesn't sound that big

but when you compare it to 1.6

damn that escalated quickly


Suicide sounds pretty scary

but what if I told you

less than one percent of people try it


Back to #TransLivesMatter

that 41 percent doesn't go away that easily

41%, that's how many of us try


Bringing life is always a gamble

you never know what to expect

or what the hell you're going to get

love what you have

don't ever forget


This isn't for show

I'm speaking the truth

I have all the proof

I know who I am

Fo' Sho


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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