I wrote a poem for a TDOR event and I started with the intention of making it happy and uplifting. By the end, it was a seething indictment of everything I have felt over the past year. How could it be anything else?

Thank you so much for sharing this very *real* post. My poem is here: https://billieburton.medium.com/class-a-trans-poem-f1cfa99420a6. I read it out in both classes and at the TDOR event. I think it moved at least a few people, and that, for me, is both something and not enough.