🚨 BLACK TRANS WOMAN LEFT HOMELESS AFTER VI0LENT ATTACK
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Hi, my name is Mirabel , but my friends call me Nana. I’m a Black transgender woman, and I’ve known who I am since I was a child.
But living as myself in this world hasn’t been easy. I’ve faced rejection, harassment, and so much violence just for existing. I moved to a different state a few years ago to escape it all. I just wanted peace. A chance to live without fear.
And for a while, I had that.
I found a small apartment.
I met other LGBTQ+ folks like me, just trying to survive.
Some had nowhere to go, so I let them stay.
It wasn’t much, but I know what it’s like to have no one. I couldn’t turn my back.
But my landlord didn’t care.
He accused me of things I wasn’t doing.
Said I was bringing “trouble” “prostitution and “homosexuality” to the building.
When I tried to explain, he told me I’d have to pay extra or be kicked out.
I was scared, so I paid. But the harassment didn’t stop.
He started banging on my door.
Yelling slurs.
Making thr3ats.
My friends stopped coming by. They were afraid. I was too.
And then things got worse.
One day, he came with a group of men.
They yelled at me. Called me names. Said I was “tricking people.”
Then they attacked me, beat me upÂ
Threw me out.
Locked the door.
Told me if I ever came back, they’d end me
That was the day I lost everything
My home, my things, and my safety.
Since then, I’ve been on the streets.
I sell roasted groundnuts to survive, but it’s not enough.
Some days I don’t eat.
Every night I sleep outside and as a Black trans woman, that’s not safe.
I’ve faced even more threats. But I’m still here. Still holding on.
A friend told me to share my story. She said someone out there might care. So here I am.
I’m asking for help to find a safe place to live.
To replace what I lost.
To make it through.
If you can give, please do.
If you can’t, please share this.
 Help me get off the streets.
With love,
Mirabel (Nana)