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Becoming: A Poem for the Transitioning Soul

By Carlos Dávila Medina They said I was born in the wrong body, but no body is wrong when the soul is right. No mirror can contain what was meant to bloom— no pronoun can cage a spirit set on flight. I did not become a woman. I remembered I was. In the quiet of sleepless nights, beneath the shame they stitched to my skin, a voice whispered, “You are more than their fear allows.” I…