My Voice

I just learned that RFK read my letter. To know that someone that important read my words makes me overjoyed. To have a voice that is actually heard moves me to tears. No one has the right to determine my feelings or views. That means that I can participate in political or social debate. When people make comments about not wanting a cure, they’ve never lived in bodies like ours. Really they need to shut up. So I am no longer going to stay silent. 


Thanks to typing for communication, I have a voice. From now on, I’m going to use it.