I have written this to protest violence against trans women. However, I am, as far as I currently know, a cis woman which means: a. you should–over and above reading this–check out writings by trans women such as Trish Salah, Dane Edidi. And Monica Roberts, and b. if I have been unintentionally offensive to any trans women, I would like to know so that I can change or remove this poem.
TW: a scene of violence against a trans woman in the second stanza, heavy Christian themes throughout
On the Third Day
He was murdered with His arms splayed wide,
Exposing the ark of His ribs beneath His bruising skin.
He was stripped naked by His murderers,
So they could point to His testicles as proof that He was a liar.
“you’re a man,” they accused Him, and in a premeditated rage,
They killed Him for living as the enby Godman He was predestined to be.
They all pled innocent under religious zeal for the living God,
And were commended for their adherence to the Leviticle Law.
She was murdered with her arms splayed wide,
To show the scarcity of breast tissue beneath her bruising skin.
She was stripped naked by her murderers,
So they could point to her testicles as proof that she was a liar.
You’re a man,” they accused her, and in a premeditated rage,
They killed her for living as the woman she was created to be.
They all pled innocent under a trans panic defense,
And were commended for their adherence to Christ-like principles.
Yahweh was murdered with Her wings splayed wide,
Exposing the ark of Her covenant beneath Her grieving Spirit.
She was stripped naked by Her murderers,
Because they tore off the clothes of Jesus Christ and Loni Kai.
“God is not dead,” we proclaimed, while in a religious rage
We took the lives of Her children for living like their Mother.
They were pierced through because of our iniquities, they were crushed because of our transgressions,
And by their wounds we are condemned.
“Where are your trans sisters, what have you done?
The voice of their blood is crying out to Me from the ground where you have spilled it.
I will meet you like a mother bear robbed of her cubs. Why do you claim to love Me,
While you spend your time murdering these women who are born from My womb?
It is your destruction that you have been against Me.
I will gather them to My breasts like a mother bear saving her cubs.
Every three days you murder another of My daughters, assuming My Son’s blood will absolve you of your bloodguiltiness,
But I, while exposing your shame, have transfused them with life and a queen’s glory on the third day.”