Sometimes I wonder
If my vocal cords
Could unravel
Stretch and become thin
Pulled taut
By the forces
Of the universe.
It is hard to admit
That for me
One of the most difficult parts
About being a trans woman
Is the fact that my voice
Bears no change
In relation to my hormonal makeup.
Maybe if only I knew
Who I was
Before I was subjected
To the thickening of
My body’s instrument
Then I would
Be able to dance around
A sentence.
Sing a song
Like Minnie Riperton.
High and bright.
I took free voice classes
A year ago
But I found it so hard.
They always told me
To drink lots and lots of water,
As if to wash away
The dysphoria.
I am learning more and more
That a woman with a lower voice
Is actually one
Who finds herself in redefinition.
Which is to say a creation.
A billion cells coming together to say
“I am me”.
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Elle, this was breath taking. It deserves to be submitted to a poetry magazine. Let me know if you need recommendations to find one.