It’s about one of my transfem friends. Her name is Sheyda. She is 28 years old and has Parkinson’s.
She is pre-everything and cannot transition here. She can’t even feminize herself. Her family doesn’t know.
She is also suicidal. I don’t know what to do with this information.
She is a very nice lady and is like a big sister to me. I don’t know how long she can live. I am the only one who calls her a lady because, to others, she doesn’t look like one.
She knows several languages and is a good writer and poet. She wants to leave, but we don’t know if she can.
I wish, before she dies, she could see herself in the mirror.
I am writing this to remember, to never forget her. It’s a memorial.
And I am not crying











