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To my enemies, I say, “Burn me.” My flesh will sear. I will stride no more. But my story will glint in the eyes of the crowd. They, who are not defined by the moments in which they are my enemies. They, who yearn for something more than patriarchy allows them. They, who can support me when they act from their better selves. They will remember the woman who affirmed her trans siblings. They will remember the woman who danced. They will remember the woman who mothered her children. They will remember the woman who cherished her partners with such passion. They will remember the woman who loved herself so much she risked everything to become who she yearned to be. They will wonder what it would be like to be like me. My enemies do well to fear the flame of my truth, for their true enemies lie within, waiting to kindle their own flames. They will remember that I lived with joy. And they will wish for more for themselves. 2/2 (please boost both if you boost)