High-pitched squeaks turn to deep-belly growls,
my voice breaks twenty-five years of silence.
Thrust into a second puberty,
my journey to boyhood is a menopause come early.
Defunct ovaries and womb.
Monthly blood loss, now lost fertility.
Veins bulge with alleged virility.
Burst breast sacks sag,
swollen signs of my chosen sterility.
Childbearing hips slip north to my shoulders.
Soft fuzz ivy climbs my thighs,
my chest and up onto my cheeks.
Age etches itself into my pores,
marking laughter at my eyes and mouth,
mapping a journey buried deep within.
Despite shifting muscles, hair and skin,
all traces of a small frame remain.
Delicate hands and face
-biological reminders that cannot be erased.
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