Tonight I am hurting.

I am longing for what cannot be because of what I am.

Living honestly is expensive.

I’ve counted and paid the costs time and again.

I pay it each day I don’t hear your voice. Each day you don’t acknowledge my name.

I miss you.

I’ll never stop hoping that someday I can make you proud.

I miss you.

But I cannot pretend to be that which I’m not.

I miss you.

I love you.

Author: Bash

I’m a man of trans experience working diligently to leave the world a little better than it was before I got here. I hold a B.A. in Political Science & a Master of Urban and Regional Planning. I believe Jesus was a radical revolutionary. I believe we must all fight for the rights of the marginalized.

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