Thanks for reading Serena’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. By: Serena Sonoma I'm done being resilient. The words echo in my soul, a defiance born of exhaustion. For me, a Black trans woman navigating a world designed to diminish me, resilience isn't a virtue, it's a survival tactic. A shield I've been forced to wield, its weight growing heavier with each passing day. I am weary of its cold embrace, of the constant vigilance, the ceaseless battle for a sliver of peace.
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No Longer Resilient: I Choose Joy as a Black…
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Thanks for reading Serena’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. By: Serena Sonoma I'm done being resilient. The words echo in my soul, a defiance born of exhaustion. For me, a Black trans woman navigating a world designed to diminish me, resilience isn't a virtue, it's a survival tactic. A shield I've been forced to wield, its weight growing heavier with each passing day. I am weary of its cold embrace, of the constant vigilance, the ceaseless battle for a sliver of peace.