Lorena Vollmer Mateus

We work.
We work for the divas, the girls, the gays, the queers and the theys.
We work for the ones who left, and the ones who stayed.
For those who wandered off, and those who lost their way,
For the ones left behind, and the ones who couldn’t stay.
We work for the crazy, the lost, the unsure,
For the ones who always knew what they were fighting for.
We work for the living. We work for the dead.
We work for the echoes still loud in our head.
We’ll work through the silence, the pain, and the dread.
Thank you to all the ones who help us stand.
The seen, the unseen, the loud, and the quiet hand.
We won’t stop working until we’re dead.