Acceptance

Now, seen, now recognized,

Gone inside and out, was the strife

In mental health and in social life

My freedom, in a truer sense, has been finalized.

Gone were my breasts!

The lumps of dread -that prompted the names

(the shaming whispers, and the hurtful stares).

Gone were the curves that mismatched my soul

To give way to feeling more whole.

Now seen, now heard,

My new voice holds power in each word

A position that’s tricky, though preferred

It adds dimensions to my world-

as of now the tables have turned.