14/10/2025
‘Soar High Miss Major’ 🕊️🙏🏾
In Memory……..
Major, a name of weight,
Born ‘46, Chicago’s gate.
“Tomorrow brings something new,” she’d claim,
Unworried by her future’s name.
At twelve, she knew the fit was wrong,
A truth inside, a silent song.
From couch to church, they sought to mend,
But mother’s gowns were her true friend.
College door slammed, twice her pain,
The street life called, through pouring rain.
Then Stonewall Inn, a haven found,
Where trans souls could gather ‘round.
June ‘69, the fight began,
She stood her ground, a fearless plan.
A spit, a mask, a sudden blow,
But from that fire, a movement grew.
For Puppy lost, the lesson stark,
“We only have each other,” in the dark.
From prison walls to abolition’s call,
She gave her strength and gave her all.
Angels of Care, a loving shield,
For sick and dying, on life’s field.
A spiritual mother, fierce and wise,
Reflected in so many eyes.
“The T should be first,” she fiercely said,
The promise of the path she led.
Miss Major, bedrock, bold and true,
A Black Trans Revolutionary, for us and you.
May
