on Joy.

Joy feels like the deep touch of Black trans love

Joy is the reason I’m still here

Joy is the stillness in between deep breaths

Joy is the reason I am 218 days sober 

Joy feels like a room of femmes getting ready for the night 

Joy sounds like my little brother’s giggle at 20 years old

Joy is the way my dad would beat us badly in cards every, single, time

Joy is genderfluid clothes that make you feel fine af 

Joy is my mom and her mom swaying in wind baths

Joy is seeing my students care for what they create

Joy is when my 2nd grade student hunter sees nature, he thinks of me and takes a picture with his mom to show me later

Joy is god.

By KT Kennedy

KT Kennedy (they/them) Creator, educator, artist.

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