Hello! I am not only a crocheter, but I also enjoy to write. And in these times, where in the united states, the safty and security of trans and lgbtq people are in danger. Just remember what people before you have done to make a better tommorow. The following is a poem by me for a compitition, and I wanted to share with more people. Just know, I had to retype it on my phone, so there is probably problems with the letters.
Good Trouble
What is ‘Normal’?
Is it a nice house with a nice white little fence?
Is it a husband with a good job?
A wife that takes care of all the housework and looks over the young?
Meanwhile people who are not considered ‘normal’
Are arrested in the streets
Locked in mental wards
Called insane
But what if even one person wants to make a diffrence
They can organize lawful movements that follows the law
Bit what if nobody listens?
What if nobody cares?
How will people change the future if they are not
Willing to be the change
How will people change the future if they are not
Willing to take risks?
Even if it might anger the regime
How will anything change if people don’t take a stand?
Even if it means going to extensive steps to get there
If you won’t, who will?
There once was a group of people who decided
They wanted to be accepted
For who they were
Not what society wanted them to be
So they decided to take a stand
They needed the authorities to take them seriously
They took the next step
They needed to stop the unconstitutional arrests
The people who were suppost to keep them safe
Were clubbing them over the head
Shoving them into wagons
And shouting slurs in their face
They plotted and planned
A way to gain and respected from those
Who were misusing authority
They marched in protests
They held riots
They told the world what they thought
What they needed
In a way that it rippled across the entire country
They decided to make some good trouble
53 Christopher Street
Manhattan,
June 28 1968
Eight Officees
Two-Hundred people inside
Six days of rioting over thr injustice
That happened on the horrid night
Four Copz in dark suits
Two in uniform
12:00 A.M
Deputy Inspector shouted
“Police! We are taking the place!”
The music stopped
The lights turned on
Everyone stood in shock
There was no tip off
Not anything
No one knew
People ran to windows
To doors
But they were all blocked
No way out
Barricaded by the NYPD
Mass chaos aroussd
People frantic
Cops lining people up
To see if they were who they say they are
Because men have to act like men
And women have to act like women
People gathered in the street
Outraged
People getting shoved in police wagons
For being themselves
When the police finally decided to stop wreaking havoc
They shoved the irreproachable people out the door
Throwing them to the floor
A drag queen
Got dragged out by her wig
She decided to not let them control her
She decuded to not let them control her
She started hitting the cop woth her purse
Until they silenced her eith his club
From this devastation rang
The overlookers started to boo
Louder and louder
Till the sound rained down on
All of Manhattan
People started singing
“We will OVERCOME this!”
Beer bottles and pennies
Thrown at the waggons
To signify the hate the crowd was feeling
The strongest of men, beating up cops
That was still inside the inn
For the great horror that has been revealed
Since the government decided they would turn a blind eye
They had to take a rise
People started taking parking meters
And ramming them to the door
Of the inn
To get back inside
They slashed the tires of police vans
Thsh lit fires
In the trash cans
The police trapped themselves inside
Their fear arose
Theh didn’t kniw
How far these citizens would go
To be themselves
It was the only way to
Change the nation-wide idea
A firm belief
That they were too different
To have basic human
Respect
They helped start a movement
By all means
To build a future
Where little trans kids
Where little gay and queer childrent
Can live
Without fear
Without people telling them
That they were not allowed
To be themselves
It took forty-six years
Of protesting
And testing limits
It took fifty-one years
To protect Tras people from
Hate crimes
All the effort and bravery
To stand up and
Tell everyone that
You won’t back down
There is nothing that is “Normal”
We are all unique
It took some people
Not afraid of getting in
Trounle
To change the status quo
That’s what good trouble is
It’s protecti g your community
Going to any le ngth to find freedom
It is created out of desperstion
It’s when being pushed to the limits
When people step over the thin line
Of protecting and hurting
That’s when the troubke begins
To make good
LOVE YOU GUYS! HAPPY PRIDE AND STAY SAFE! 
gay juice