she only took pictures
with people she loved,
never realizing that she could love herself
enough to capture the lines from a life of laughter and smiles,
or the greying hair from rearing children,
or the weight of poverty and stress.
she deserved the frame as much as the next.
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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