I’m not sure that
there is such a thing
as transgender privilege.
You rarely see those two words used together.
I live what some
might call a privileged life.
I’m not a person of color,
I have a wife and some friends that stayed,
a nice home, car and resources
…and I like shopping for designer purses
at outlet stores and on ebay.
Privilege does come at a price.
a lot of years
struggling within myself,
consumed by work and commitments,
not always of my own making,
never really living
or taking time
to be in the moment
always outside of myself
looking in
at what I didn’t really know
…nor did I really care.
I have not faced
the inequities or the brutality
of my sisters and brothers,
their bruised and battered bodies,
beaten, shot, and stabbed,
lying unclaimed in morgues
across the world.
All they wanted was to live their truth
…that is all I want too.
Yes, I might live a privileged life,
but my problems are
as real as the next person’s
…at least to me,
my pain is
as real as anyone else’s
…at least to me,
I still hurt from
the sting
of depression, sadness, disappointment, and betrayal
…I still cry myself to sleep at night.
Copyright 2019 by Barbara Marie Minney. All rights reserved.
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