Poet.

Educator.

Classicist.

Translator.

I opened myself to those I thought were my people
and they called it a burning, a scorching of the truth. Now my intestines
dangle outside of my torso and I am told this is supposed to be
punishment. I am uncomfortable but somehow, this is the freest
I’ve ever felt. My guts spill across this slab of rock, my heart quivers.
— Forethinker, Stephanie Dinsae