Each day, we speak to the God of our understanding through rituals, prayer, tradition, and breath. In a world shaped by diverse observances—Ramadan, Easter, Akwasidae, Ridván, and beyond—I reflect on how our sacred practices often call us toward mercy, justice, and love. Yet, I still sit with hard questions: How can such divine love coexist with rejection and suffering? This reflection holds my commitment—to honor my ancestors, seek healing, and stand with BIPOC Trans and Queer people cast out for simply existing.

We need to talk about our community’s relationship to “trauma porn.” Too often, Black Trans and Queer people are expected to expose their deepest wounds just to be believed or supported. In this blog, I challenge the harmful demand for graphic suffering as proof and call for a shift toward care, trust, and sustained action without spectacle.