Ps : this poem is a work of fiction and is loosely based on a real life event. This is written on my observations of what all I've heard from my fellow trans members of our LGBTQIA+COMMUNITY. 
It's my first time writing on a sensitive topic like this and I hope I did justice.
As a fellow member I mean no harm.

Tick tock, tick tock.
Hours swing by like a pendulum.
A bird is taking its flight in yonder
Distance and there she is, standing
Infront of a mirror.
Her face disheveled, eyes full of tears,
Hair uncurled and resembling a bird's
Nest staring at the body of a man with
Same features as her greeting her back.
The man's hair is uncurled, uncombed
Resembling a broken nest.
Eyes brimming with sea of tears
Threatening to pour out; face soaked
And disheveled staring at her from the
Other side, telling her they're the same
And what others say doesn't matter for
She'll always be herself, she has never
Lost it, never will, nevermind the gap
Of bodies.
She'll always be a woman even if she is
In the body of a dead man.
Different bodies, same person.
She was unpriveliged for she took
Birth as a woman in the wrong body.

No! No!
She shouted at the reflection gazing
Back at her from the mirror.
This can't be!
In my heart and soul,I know I am a
Woman, no matter what they tell me!
Society doesn't accept me;
They call me the black sheep of the
Family.
I cannot transition for I cannot afford it

The privileged ears think of her words
As gibberish.
'How bad can it be? SHe just wants
Attention. There's no thing such as
Trans! There are only two genders -
Man & woman, rest are all lies!'.
They, the ones born in the body of a
Female; the ones that can identify as
What they're without having to change,
Take no notice of the woman crying &
Breaking down, not wanting to live as
There's no light at her dark tunnel.
There's not even an ounce of support
Around her.
There's either dismissal or vultures
Wanting to profit off her misery.
The help that she wants is far from
What they're offering.
She wants help, mental peace, she
Wants a safespace where she can be
Herself without threats of been killed
Or disowned.
They want her to quit this act for they
Believe it doesn't exist. They want her
To man up!
Completely missing the point that she is
Not who they want her to be;
She's not a puppet of society.
She is her own self and she is valid!
She is real & she is truth.

She is valid, she is real and most
Importantly she is a woman, contrary
To what they believe.
She was born a woman, just in the
Wrong body.
Though the privileged -
The ones who have it all, won't
Understand.
They'll never understand her
Dysphoria, they cannot fit in her
Sandals.
They'll never experience the mental
Agony and melancholy of what she
Faces every day as a trans individual.

She was born a pink in the body of
Blue.
And being pink in all aspects costs
Money, support, resources and
Safespace.
Will she ever get that?
She hath no answer.

One of my most complex and powerful pieces yet. I'm so happy and proud of how this poem turned out and I achieved the exact image painted in my mind. I'm satisfied with this piece. Read carefully, hope I did justice. Do let me know what you think!

- Ridhima Joshi