I consider a huge sacrifice
Following my mom's help,
An adequate project I submitted,
Then at my gran's, in a magazine,
I happened to read a true story.
It concerned a transexual,
A guy who transitioned to a girl,
I found myself wondering,
If this process worked in reverse.
Extensive research did I do,
On crossdressing, hormonal treatment,
Even sex reassignment surgery,
On every website,
That for percieved cultural advantages,
This was disallowed,
I thought over my predicament.
I desperately longed,
To be open about my sexuality,
To be accepted,
To tell my stepfamily the truth.
I recalled a quotation,
From Pandora and the Flying Dutchman,
"The measure of love,
Is what one is willing to give up for it"
How far would I go,
For my dad and stepfamily?
If their society,
Only accepted men loving women,
I glanced down at myself,
Imagined my new form,
With scars on a bare chest,
It initially felt weird,
Yet my mind adjusted to the possibility.
Did I love them enough,
To risk my life on an operating table?
To give up long hair, jewellery,
Beautiful skirts and dresses,
To adjust to life as a man,
Mentally and physically?
The answer was yes,
And the offer it was open,
One word from them,
And I'd start the ball rolling.