Just one of the poems I’ve made about being trans; this one’s about my presentational transition:
Oh mirror, mirror, on the wall
How i used to hate you so
No, not you, but that reflection chiral
That false yet aggrieved man you used to show
Insult was taken from the illusion, an attempt to define me
In it I saw what I despised, everything I wanted to outrun
Unbound from travesty, I sought out my honesty
The real one, the truthful self, the person I aimed to become
Uncaged, my hair flourished with pride
Liberated from its grumble and stubble, my epicene face smiled with glee
Beholding this evolved visage, tears of joy were cried
for I had finally uncovered it, the real person I wished to be
So mirror, mirror, I bargain with you now,
Make clear the pieces of my true self I have shown,
See past the fickle shell that others wrongly avow,
And let me admire the triumphant woman into which I have grown.
So Mira, Mira, beyond the wall,
I ask the question of thee:
Who is the happiest of them all?
And our reflection responds: Me.