This is my reclamation. This is my revolution. This is my love letter to every child who’s been told they’re wrong for being exactly who they were created to be.

This is the story of my son, Nehemiah—a global masterpiece who carried the resilience of Sudan, the fire of Haiti, the wisdom of the Miskitu, the refined artistic lineage of France, and the soil of North America where he was born. He was a living convergence of continents—a Two-Spirit warrior whose light was too big for their small cages. The world tried to extinguish him, and when it broke me, I almost broke with it. I lost him to a world that forgot how to love him. But I refuse to let his name be erased. I refuse to let his truth be buried.

Through history buried, I dug until I found truths that presented themselves to me—from Aztec gods, African deities, Indian Vedic philosophy and practice, gay African kings, Two-Spirit traditions, and more. I am a daughter and a mother. They say a mother's love is supposed to be enough. But what happens when the world tells your child their spirit is a sin?

I am fighting seven lawyers alone to protect my mother—I had a relapse from so much baggage. Or maybe it was an excuse to do so. But I didn't fight to be a better person just to revert to the bad behavior of my past.

I've survived gaslighting that told me my pain was imaginary. I've grieved in silence because silence was safer than falling apart. But I found my voice again—through ink, through memory, through the self-love that refused to die even when everything else tried to bury it.

Pull your loved ones close. See the god in them. And let's reclaim the heaven that was always here on Earth.

— Ckiara/Ercell or Monica

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