Strange Bouquets

Strange Bouquets
© 2019 Alexandra Rios

Our land’s adorned with strange bouquets,
Blood on the leaves and blood on the flowers.
Trans-women of color who danced by day
Are slaughtered in the darkest hour.

In your Facebook pic, my lost trans-sister,
Your happy smile, your hopeful eyes.
You were forced back to the street by FOSTA/SESTA,
Where so many more before you had died.

Your clothes are torn, your face is bloody.
Your body’s twisted, you were thrown,
Left for dead, where the fields are muddy.
Your face is frozen with your final moan.

You found yourself, you budded and bloomed.
You were beautiful, but it’s too late.
In this transphobic world you were doomed
To be snuffed out young, a victim of hate.

Inspired by Abel Meropol’s Strange Fruit, Billie Holiday’s exquisite renderings of his song,
and the tireless volunteers of TDOR who document the ongoing carnage in the transgendered community. t

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