You found your happiness in being yourself
You smiled when you wore lipstick
Your eyes shined when you found heels that fit you
You felt hopeful when you walked through the streets of New York and nobody insulted you
You fought for your happiness
You fought for your sisters' happiness
You were life
but they said you killed yourself
and now
nothing makes sense.
By Alessia D’Onofrio
Dedicated to:

Marsha P. Johnson (1945 – 1992)
American gay liberation activist and drag queen.