being trans
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Dear Arieonna,
It’s 11:30 pm i’m writing to tell you
i'm sorry.
Sometimes I wish I had the ability to disappear
Normalcy often sought by those
fearful of what they grew up absent of.
Who is to say identity is a sin?
That checking the other box is not
acceptable.
Mother
I have killed your daughter
But it was a gentle murder
Throat slit quickly, quietly
So that she would suffer no more.
