Leelah Alcorn
You mean something, still, always
I think of you most on tough days
Anhedonia and dysphoria and the loneliness… the isolation…
Days when personal heroics seem unimpressive, self-acceptance inadequate

I wish you had been loved!
I too want that love;
Self-love is not enough:
Humans need human love (an artful amnesiac once told me that),
And the world still needs fixing
What a mess we’re in,
Don’t we know it Leelah

ps. you are missed by people who didn’t even know you – but we do… and we love you, beautiful girl.

Comment on this:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s