Letter to my siblings,
I am writing this letter to you during the time of a global pandemic. As I write I know at least one of you who is sitting at home in self-isolation with a family who does not, will not see you. I know what it’s like to be unseen and to live a life that is fractured. And I know that you are trying to find any way you can to survive. Maybe you’re coming the internet trying to find people like you. Maybe you’re scouring the pages of any book you can find or a movie or tv show that tells a story…a face…. a body….skin…a love like yours.
As cliché as it sounds, though you may often feel alone, no one is an island. You, me, we are part of a long lineage of queer, trans, and non-binary black and brown folks. We go back and we knew you would come before you were even a whisper in the consciousness of those who conceived you. We have been bruised, beaten, tortured, and sacrificed. We have been hidden but never truly erased. Your/Our existence is as natural and as real as the ebb and flow of the ocean’s tides.
You are not alone because we are here. We have always been here, in every corner of history, as far back ask you can reach and beyond. Our ancestors are many. In this moment, you and I are looking to the past for what we have been given and building a future that we will proud to leave to our descendants. Because we will always be here.
Learning & Growing,