I finally understand who I am, but such hard understanding, came with life risking consequences when I discovered while in prison that I was a woman. Or Transgender Woman. I have scars that originated from my hormone treatment in prison. People knew. And I tried soo hard to avoid conflict, but it is rough for people like me in prison. Soo much unnecessary violence, and I came out alive, or so I thought.
I got my father’s approval bedore he died, and my mom, well, she had dementia and died as well.
I came home to a empty house and I felt soo confused. But reality sunk in.
In their deaths, and in the fact that I won’t be able to afford this surgery without some community help.
So please, donate me $1 or however much, donate me your words, your support, your friendship?
I had 3 close friends abandon me over this (I’m in Texas), so friendship and even your time? Thanks for that.
Walk with me on this journey, because I don’t walk it alone.
