I am the girl
kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute
working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister
who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents
who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man
who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child
who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.
I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple
who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person
who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother
who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor
who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor
who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father
who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher
who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman
who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened)
I am the person
who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man
who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person
who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person
ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy
tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
I am the 27 year old
New York transgendered woman who had her throat cut for no other reason than walking down the street, while strangers cheered on. (see below for link to more stories)
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( <a href=”: http://hatecrime.transadvocacy.com/stories.htm#StoryTwelve “>sources as noted</a> )
