How does it really feel now
To have your life-force neutered?
Do you truly grow
Into that new sex of your childhood dreams?
Or have you only
Achieved a state of limbo?
For sure, the doll's house has a new door,
And the attic a new window,
But the old furniture remains,
Redundant now, entombed
Within the same old rooms,
Seedless or with an unreachable womb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fearless poem. Most people would be too afraid of offending someone to write on this topic. I find it interesting though, I wonder the same thing - if some of them regret dismembering themselves. The truth though, whether they feel that way or not, is that their existence will always represent limbo. Those made female will never truly be able to bear children and they'll never share the same experience as women - and vice versa for those transformed into men.