A Sonnet on Transgenderism

A Sonnet on Transgenderism

Are there not some truths which even Nature

Herself often slyly fails to make plain?

Who among us would have guessed that pleasure

Would be so nestled tightly up with pain?

Who would ever have supposed that all life

Was naught but variation on a theme,

Or think that Time with subtlety is rife,

And flows not quite like water in a stream?

Why then would anyone choose to presume-

Given Nature’s propensity for games-

That they could another’s Person assume

Without knowing all the workings of their brains?

Or that the fate of everyone on Earth

Was written in their genitals at birth?

[As you have probably gleaned, I vastly prefer ‘fixed verse’ poetry to free verse poetry. However, this represents my first attempt at writing in a well-defined form, namely a sonnet. Moreover, it’s also my first attempt at directly addressing my gender identity poetically. I would say that it suffers all of the shortcomings generally associated with a ‘first attempt’]

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About thevenerablecorvex

I have the heart of a poet, the brain of a theoretical physicist, and the wingspan of an albatross. I am also notable for my humility.
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