Saint Trey W.
@sainttreyw.bsky.social
✨ Words that heal, provoke, and liberate.
🖤 Black, Queer, Unapologetic.
📚 Tap in for poetry, prose & revolution.
📍 NYC
🖤 Black, Queer, Unapologetic.
📚 Tap in for poetry, prose & revolution.
📍 NYC
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Y'all ain't depressed?
November 10, 2025 at 5:04 PM
Y'all ain't depressed?
Also, they sold out for scraps and "promises" of scraps.
I still blame Joe Lieberman for this sh*t.
We could have had single-payer back in 2010 but Obama and his WH folded.
I still blame Joe Lieberman for this sh*t.
We could have had single-payer back in 2010 but Obama and his WH folded.
November 10, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Also, they sold out for scraps and "promises" of scraps.
I still blame Joe Lieberman for this sh*t.
We could have had single-payer back in 2010 but Obama and his WH folded.
I still blame Joe Lieberman for this sh*t.
We could have had single-payer back in 2010 but Obama and his WH folded.
At this point, Democrats aren’t a political party. They’re a feelings management service for people who still believe reform will save a broken empire
November 10, 2025 at 9:34 PM
At this point, Democrats aren’t a political party. They’re a feelings management service for people who still believe reform will save a broken empire
The real crisis is not that authoritarianism/ fascism is ascendant, it really is that there is no organized political counterforce strong enough to stop it because Chuck, Hakeem and co. are not fit for the moment.
November 10, 2025 at 9:33 PM
The real crisis is not that authoritarianism/ fascism is ascendant, it really is that there is no organized political counterforce strong enough to stop it because Chuck, Hakeem and co. are not fit for the moment.
When America Meets Its Own Violence
Writer’s Note:
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September 11, 2025 at 3:01 AM
I’m so excited to finally announce! Next month, I’ll be heading to LA for the GLAAD 2025 Black Queer Creative Summit! A space for Black queer artists and changemakers to connect, create, and celebrate our brilliance.
August 11, 2025 at 6:39 PM
I’m so excited to finally announce! Next month, I’ll be heading to LA for the GLAAD 2025 Black Queer Creative Summit! A space for Black queer artists and changemakers to connect, create, and celebrate our brilliance.
Just had the honor of contributing to Iansá Magazine — my latest piece dropped yesterday. Tap in and give it a read.
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From Mutual Aid to Hood Utopias: A Testimony on Black Communal Care
By Saint Trey Wooden Before I ever learned the word mutual aid, I knew what it meant to be fed by grief that did not ask for language. After my mother died, the world did not stop, but the bl…
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August 5, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Just had the honor of contributing to Iansá Magazine — my latest piece dropped yesterday. Tap in and give it a read.
iansamag.com/2025/08/04/f...
iansamag.com/2025/08/04/f...
💜 thank you for sharing.
Amazing love letter to Black women writers. An essay by @sainttreyw.bsky.social on Substack.
A must read!
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A must read!
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August 5, 2025 at 7:28 PM
💜 thank you for sharing.
For June, On Her Birthday
A Love Note in the Black Radical Tradition
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July 10, 2025 at 3:03 AM
Oh, absolutely, Hakeem Jeffries did his job last night. Gold star. Clap it up for the bare minimum.
Also, just for context (and clarity): Hakeem Jeffries is impressively bad at his job. Like, if mediocrity were a sport, he’d be in the Hall of Fame.
Also, just for context (and clarity): Hakeem Jeffries is impressively bad at his job. Like, if mediocrity were a sport, he’d be in the Hall of Fame.
July 3, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Oh, absolutely, Hakeem Jeffries did his job last night. Gold star. Clap it up for the bare minimum.
Also, just for context (and clarity): Hakeem Jeffries is impressively bad at his job. Like, if mediocrity were a sport, he’d be in the Hall of Fame.
Also, just for context (and clarity): Hakeem Jeffries is impressively bad at his job. Like, if mediocrity were a sport, he’d be in the Hall of Fame.
We don’t need the return of Obama, we need the rise of something far more radical, tender, and true. This essay is not an attack —it’s an offering, a reckoning, and a refusal to mistake proximity for freedom.
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We Don't Need Obama Right Now
Beyond Yes We Can
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June 18, 2025 at 3:46 PM
We don’t need the return of Obama, we need the rise of something far more radical, tender, and true. This essay is not an attack —it’s an offering, a reckoning, and a refusal to mistake proximity for freedom.
sainttreyw.substack.com/p/we-dont-ne...
sainttreyw.substack.com/p/we-dont-ne...
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California representatives did a check in where migrants were being detained. They found no beds, no food and no water. Children were among the detained.
June 8, 2025 at 3:43 AM
California representatives did a check in where migrants were being detained. They found no beds, no food and no water. Children were among the detained.
New essay: Before the Bricks Before Stonewall, there was Swann. Before the parade, the prayer. This is for the Black queer ghosts who built the floorboards of Pride. We remember. We reclaim. We return.
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Before The Bricks
A Pride Month Note
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June 8, 2025 at 4:17 PM
New essay: Before the Bricks Before Stonewall, there was Swann. Before the parade, the prayer. This is for the Black queer ghosts who built the floorboards of Pride. We remember. We reclaim. We return.
sainttreyw.substack.com/p/before-the...
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a new letter on my Substack. about grace after harm, breathing through empire, and staying human when the world forgets how.
this one’s for anyone who still believes in regard—not as performance, but as practice.
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this one’s for anyone who still believes in regard—not as performance, but as practice.
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We Who Refuse the Silence
We are not safe—but we can still be sacred.
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June 4, 2025 at 12:37 PM
a new letter on my Substack. about grace after harm, breathing through empire, and staying human when the world forgets how.
this one’s for anyone who still believes in regard—not as performance, but as practice.
sainttreyw.substack.com/p/we-who-ref...
this one’s for anyone who still believes in regard—not as performance, but as practice.
sainttreyw.substack.com/p/we-who-ref...
This week has been a creative explosion for me, one of those rare stretches where everything just clicks and flows. Yes, and AMEN!
May 24, 2025 at 11:13 PM
This week has been a creative explosion for me, one of those rare stretches where everything just clicks and flows. Yes, and AMEN!
I want to be remarkable.
May 21, 2025 at 4:10 AM
I want to be remarkable.
Malcolm didn’t ask to be adored. He asked to be understood.
I was a teenager when I read The Autobiography. That book planted the seeds—Blackness, faith, resistance, craft.
Malcolm X remains one of the sharpest minds of the last century. And he still walks with us.
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I was a teenager when I read The Autobiography. That book planted the seeds—Blackness, faith, resistance, craft.
Malcolm X remains one of the sharpest minds of the last century. And he still walks with us.
substack.com/home/post/p-...
For Brother Malcolm
On Your 100th Birthday
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May 19, 2025 at 2:34 PM
Malcolm didn’t ask to be adored. He asked to be understood.
I was a teenager when I read The Autobiography. That book planted the seeds—Blackness, faith, resistance, craft.
Malcolm X remains one of the sharpest minds of the last century. And he still walks with us.
substack.com/home/post/p-...
I was a teenager when I read The Autobiography. That book planted the seeds—Blackness, faith, resistance, craft.
Malcolm X remains one of the sharpest minds of the last century. And he still walks with us.
substack.com/home/post/p-...
Ocean said, “the hardest thing to do in the world is to live only once.” And, today, living kept knocking. Soft, then loud. First at 7:04am, when I woke too late but still, woke. Then again, in the breath between two pages of a new book, the kind that doesn't just read you, but names you.
May 15, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Ocean said, “the hardest thing to do in the world is to live only once.” And, today, living kept knocking. Soft, then loud. First at 7:04am, when I woke too late but still, woke. Then again, in the breath between two pages of a new book, the kind that doesn't just read you, but names you.
For anyone aching quietly today: I wrote about mourning a mother, remembering love, and surviving the silence that follows. This letter is for the ones who know the shape of grief.
Link below:
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Link below:
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The Morning After Her Name
It’s early.
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May 11, 2025 at 1:42 PM
For anyone aching quietly today: I wrote about mourning a mother, remembering love, and surviving the silence that follows. This letter is for the ones who know the shape of grief.
Link below:
sainttreyw.substack.com/p/the-mornin...
Link below:
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My people are the people who know and believe what Rodney Hinton, Jr. did was absolutely the right thing. There aren’t any blurred lines here
May 9, 2025 at 2:47 PM
My people are the people who know and believe what Rodney Hinton, Jr. did was absolutely the right thing. There aren’t any blurred lines here
been watching the system rot in real time. this poem is a refusal, a prophecy, & a reminder: we were never meant to just survive. 🖤
For the full poem, follow me on Instagram at: @sainttreyw
For the full poem, follow me on Instagram at: @sainttreyw
May 8, 2025 at 10:03 PM
been watching the system rot in real time. this poem is a refusal, a prophecy, & a reminder: we were never meant to just survive. 🖤
For the full poem, follow me on Instagram at: @sainttreyw
For the full poem, follow me on Instagram at: @sainttreyw