The Difference Between Anger and Rage

Anger is as temporary as a bandage that you put on a scar,
It hurts for a day or two,
You are amped up for another few days and it ultimately fades.
Then it is business as usual.
It never makes you feel the pain.
Rage is like a scar that has been engraved in ou since you were born.
Being told that the second you come out of the woum (whether biological or metaphorical), that your body was never yours, to begin with
Told you are not worth loving.
You see if Black women were loved as much as Cardi B, we wouldn't have to be turned to stone.
That only who care about black trans women are black trans women.
It is the days where I can't see my own reflection.

Rage has been portrayed as ugly as Medusa,
no one shall look at her or else you get turned to stone,
yet for girls like me, we have already been shattered.

Rage is not to look away from or suppress,
it is beautiful as a date tree on The Nile as bears it's sweetness. 
Medusa was never ugly, she is gorgeous. 
Rage is being denied access to your bodies your entire life,
it is the outrage that the only people who care about you is people who look like you.
Rage is also the ways we claim ourselves,
call it #blacklivesmatter, call it #sayhername, call it#timesup, call it #fuckimperialism, call it black trans women deserves to live beyond the age of 30.

Rage is not going to turn us into stone and shatter into a thousand rocks.
It is recognizing that we have been shattered, and I still am.
Collective Rage can turn these rocks into a mountain.
Where the water is as clear as the blue sky and the trees shall bear fruit.

Rage doesn't destroy, it is a world making possibility.
because often the things that we most suppress, are most transformative.

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