I am whiskey watered down
Diluted to tease the taste buds of those, whose acceptance escaped me before my transformation.
Poured into a glass that leaves blistered on my body, all for the sake of aesthetically pleasing those that hold the sustenance I need hostage.
I have been reduced for the glory of impossible beauty standards and restricting gender roles.
I’ve been assaulted with requests to soften my very being, for the sake of saving face for men who cannot feed their own egos with hard work and determination.