Against the rising tide!

Born in a bodily prison

Hated without reason

Living on a mission

To love with full conviction

This body is my affliction

Hence I make that decision

To enter this transition

And bring my soul to living

As I emerge from my cocoon

Like a bird freed from its cage

I hear the storms surrounding me

Society is raging

Their whispers turn to murmurs

And their murmurs turn to shouting

The pupa is a butterfly

But they surround it, doubting.

They call me an imposter

And the waters rise in judgment

Never have I felt so complete

Though I’ve been left abandoned.

Their clenched fists pound my naked skin

They pound me like a drumbeat

Blow after blow, in this downpour

They cannot hear my heart beat

The cruelty and rising tide

So many have been shattered

Their only crime, to be themselves

For which they’re killed and battered

What is the crime in being myself?

That death should be my sentence

I only live to show my love

And long for your acceptance

I am Trans…and against the tide,

Of disapproval in their eyes

Still I rise….

Affirming truth…

I shall not choose,

To live a lie

By Sam G Ndlovu. Zimbabwe

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