This is a poem with nothing to do with the prompt, I wanted to write this

Where do I even start?

The amount of struggles

The amount of hope

I’ll start with the struggles

I have been misgendered

On purpose and by accident

I have struggled to speak

To say who I am

I try

I try

I try

I try

Finally, I say it

Finally, I come out

Finally, I can talk

It’s hard as heck

But I manage

I get curves

Breasts

Hips

Period

Puberty starts

I struggle with attempts

To hide it

To be androgynous

Sometimes I fail

Or I just

Can’t

And people see

They see it all

Gender dysphoria is hell

Now for hope

I bind

I wear baggier clothes

I hide my curves

I cut my hair

I try to be androgynous

I paint my face

I get correctly gendered

I am called by my pronouns

I am asked my pronouns

Instead of assumptions being made

Gender euphoria is wonderful

I AM NON BINARY. STILL QUESTIONING THE SPECIFIC LABEL, IF I EVEN HAVE ONE. MY PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM.

Thank you.