Lead weighted hearts hear the names,
Of beloved trans siblings slain,
Heads bowed low,
We are “a gentle, angry people”,
And we sing,
We sing for them,
We sing to them,
Their beautiful lives too early taken
Is this our world?
Do we accept it?
That one’s true identity,
Should get one killed?
That one’s self-love should mean the end?
“Enough!” We shout,
To murdered and missing,
To disrespected pronouns,
To the slippery slope of hate,
To ignorance ending their fate,
Gentle, but angry,
Mourning, but strong,
We gather here to honor the lost,
To vow for their dear memory to live on.
She of Letters 