A difficult subject; a plethora of emotions and thoughts and opinions. Gender and sexuality and love and what is right and what is true is very messy… and requires time, patience, understanding, and a hope and faith in doing the best you can and doing what is right for everyone concerned.
The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word. This week it is:
FTM*: A Transgender Sonnet
I was born with a heart that would not yield
The fertile layers which made me whole:
An art of subtle strokes ranged through a field;
A female born with a young boy’s soul.
The door of gender needed to be close’d,
As I am set to follow my beam,
The girl’s body soon to be dispose’d,
So I am free’d to be that which I am.
My parents felt the currents in me rise.
No phrase nor phase that they could disconnect,
Nor scandal, as they came to realize,
The male that I am, they would respect.
No parents hope their daughter will grow up to be a boy;
But every parent only wants their child be blessed with joy.
*female to male