She is beautiful,

for when she shook my hand

I saw nothing but grace

in her eyes and never mind

the face she wore

once before

now she was brave

and away from the sneering looks

of those to whom she would never

be completely free of,

she stood tall and with true

personality no longer hidden

in shadows,

she is the woman that captures

a heart, the stocking, sheer and black

holding up her innocence,

for she at least

in choosing to live,

has lived and not been ground

into the darkness…

 

for that is how I choose

to remember her by

every year since she was born.

 

Dedicated to  all who have lost their lives: Transgender Day Of Rememberance.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015