LGBTQ+ Poem: diet woman, by Sable Lay

your body dissolves
along with a little blue pill
under your tongue
tasting of chalk
and the patriarchal crown
melting away

minimal breast growth
an hourglass waist
long bouncy hair
veinless tops of hands
rounding of face
stretch marks all over your ass
and a now-demure demeanor

all speak against
the apple in your throat
perpetual hair on your lip
and broad shoulders
that can only be diminished
never erased.
these things that consume
what little femininity
you get to grasp for.

now consider:
how do you experience womanhood
when cissies1 see right through you?

what do you do when
puberty part two
strikes you
with hormonal rage?
each he- i mean- she
you feel your blood getting hotter.
shouldn’t it be obvious
what you’re going for?

it’s glaringly obvious
they see you as a boy
playing dress up.
so let them think that way
they don’t need to know who you are

the only one who decides your femininity
Is you.

1 a cisgender person, who has the privilege of not getting it.