People like me are going to start dying,
or worse, no longer being allowed to live freely.
I don’t want to hide anymore.
Not the fact that I'm queer and trans,
Not the fact that my grandparents immigrated here from China,
not the fact that I support human rights, even if they aren’t simply my rights.
His presidency will usher in an age of fear,
Of darkness, Of destruction of the worst caliber.
Or maybe I am just scared.
Scared that this world I have barely touched will soon be ripped from my hands,
Simply because an old man and his friends hate people like me.
Because I am NOT white. Because I am NOT a proud American. Because I am NOT a straight person. Because I am NOT a real man. Because I am NOT the girl I was born as. Because I am NOT rich. Because I am NOT someone who fits into those little boxes.
Isn’t it horrible to think about?
If you do not check the boxes,
I especially fear for my brothers and sisters,
Who do not pass as well as I do.
For the trans kids who haven't got a chance to socially transition yet,
Who saw the TV glow but never got to explore. Who know there’s more to them but were silenced. Who just want to be happy.
For the queer kids who listen as the president of a country- OUR country attacks us,
Who sit in the closet waiting for it to be safe. Who shout explicitly about how they ARE queer. Who never know if they are free to love who they love.
For Chinese kids who never felt they lived up to their culture,
Who may not get the best chance to discover said culture. Whose skin color determines their treatment. Who feel so white they can’t claim they are Chinese.
For the families that struggle as I do,
Whose parents work harder than any CEO to put food on the table. Whose children study their asses off to get a job that won’t matter in ten years. Whose children get lost to the cycle of poverty in America.
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