Today I was supposed to perform at the @gamescommonwealth - but was dropped last minute for not having a passport, despite having a valid form of ID, settled status, and the right to work in this country. Even though I was born here, to many, I am still not British. I am hugely disappointed to be dropped from an event that strokes its own shaft at being the face of inclusivity and diversity. Dear commonwealth games, screw you. Yesterday I found this image - taken at @vickerstaff_t ‘s top surgery fundraiser - of me, and people who I know will ride for me. I am so so so proud to call these people my friends. When I was refused onto the plane in Valencia, threatened to not be allowed back in the country in Ibiza, and punched up by Spanish police on the strip, it was mainly the people in this photo who picked me back up. Sometimes Its easy to feel so alone in my anger. I see the double standards everywhere and I wonder why we’re not all constantly on the verge of a breakdown. Having BPD, multiple forms of PTSD, and generally just bare water energy in my birth chart (lol), I am a radical empath. I get angry. I cry. I mourn. I rage. Thank you for never letting me feel alone in my anger. Thank you for reminding me that there’s something wrong with the system, not with me. On this day we say: FUCK THE COMMONWEALTH GAMES. FUCK THE HOME OFFICE. FUCK BREXIT. FUCK PRITI PATEL. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, FUCK ANYONE WHO TREATS YOU DIFFERENTLY BECAUSE YOUR DOCUMENTS HAVE A DIFFERENT COUNTRY OF ORIGIN. I am a proud Brown Tr@nny with Angolan heritage and Portuguese documents. I was born here, but you have given me no choice but to take the title of of immigrant and stand in solidarity with those who weren’t. To many of you, that is all you will ever see me as.