Story (english)

While I am not ready to disclose the details of the violence I have survived, I do know that when I see another feminine bodied person of color, more than likely, she and I have been through some… I will, however, share how I have triumphed.  And that is by leaving a legacy.  Every time I have faced yet another aggressor, who takes something so sacred, powerful, and beautiful – my sexuality, my femininity, tied together with my immigrant accent, my black-afro curly hair, and my thick body as a means to hurt, to dominate, and to control – I think of my children – those that I may never have.  My legacy is one in which I survived and I triumphed – alone.  There is no partner by my side; there are no children’s hands to hold as I walk through the streets.  In fact, after I came out to my family as a bi femme, I rarely spend more than a few hours with them.  But there is a truth that allowed me to continue.  The skin I live in, my fluidity and femininity are sacred and powerful…and a gift that is to be elevated.  I walk that truth, using the scars on my body and heart to remind me that I triumphed.  May the past and future generations give me the strength to continue walking this life holding that knowledge to be true so that the little ones and you, may also know this truth.