I'd always been a little bearcub Feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulsh of the forest floor Seasons are changing, though I'm finally standing up on my hind legs Raising my hands high, speaking up for the first time Hoping that maybe you can hear me now Letting my growls grow, my echo, rumbling through the trees Feeling the breeze in my hair Knowing that I have made it and I am home
~Finally started my medical transition and my voice is starting to drop~