The Trans Queen

The Trans Queen,

sworn to the realm of fluid light,

sovereign of the shifting self, 

her crown a constellation of scars, 

each gleaming like a star

in the firmament of becoming.

She ruled not just a kingdom, 

but a landscape of bodies 

in flux, a thousand transformations 

sewn into the fabric of skin.

Her subjects: those who journeyed

through the labyrinth of mirrors,

who plucked courage from the thorny

roses of truth, whose veins 

coursed with the lifeblood of bravery. 

They were monarchs too, 

in their own right, each dawn 

a coronation, each dusk 

a testament to survival.

The Trans Queen, 

whose voice carried the weight

of ancient oaths and modern 

revolutions, spoke in tongues

unheard by cisgender ears.

She summoned histories buried

under layers of shame,

rewrote their endings 

with the ink of pride.

She, the keeper of names 

like sacred relics, held

the keys to freedom's door.

Her laws were simple:

be who you are, and let

that be enough.

No decree could silence

the roar of identity, 

no edict could bind 

the wings of selfhood.

Her council: the elders

of change, who charted

stars unseen by binary eyes.

They read the signs 

of an unfixed future, 

taught the young ones,

the lexicon of dreams.

In her court, tears 

were turned to pearls,

struggles to songs, 

pain to poetry.

The Trans Queen,

her reign a hymn

of resilience, stitched

with threads of joy and sorrow.

She held court in the hearts

of those who dared to live 

their truth, a testament 

to the power of the self-formed.

She ruled not with iron fist 

but with open hand, 

offering solace, shelter,

and the promise 

of a new dawn.

Her story, etched 

in the annals of existence,

is a beacon for those 

lost in the fog of expectation.

She, the Trans Queen, 

whose legacy is written

in the stars, and in the blood 

of all who stand at the crossroads,

choosing life, choosing love,

choosing themselves.

The Trans Queen: A Testament to Resilience and Selfhood

In a world that often demands conformity, the Trans Queen emerges as a luminous figure, guiding those who dare to live authentically. My poem, The Trans Queen, envisions a ruler who embodies the essence of fluidity, transformation, and self-acceptance. As a non-binary individual, I find solace and inspiration in the imagery of this regal figure, whose crown is a constellation of scars—each a testament to survival and becoming.

Sovereign of the Shifting Self

The Trans Queen's reign is not confined to a singular identity but spans a landscape of ever-changing bodies and selves. Her kingdom is a tapestry of transformations, each thread woven from the courage and truth of her subjects. These individuals navigate the labyrinth of mirrors, confronting reflections that society often tries to distort. Their veins run with the lifeblood of bravery, each dawn marking a personal coronation, each dusk a reminder of their resilience.

A Voice Unheard by Cisgender Ears

The Trans Queen's voice carries the weight of both ancient oaths and modern revolutions. Her words, often unheard by cisgender ears, summon histories buried under layers of shame and rewrite them with the ink of pride. She is the keeper of names, holding them as sacred relics, and offers the keys to the door of freedom. Her laws are simple yet profound: Be who you are, and let that be enough.

Choosing Themselves

In her, I see a reflection of my own journey. The Trans Queen's story is a powerful reminder that our identities are not fixed but are ever-evolving. Her reign inspires me to embrace my fluidity, to navigate the complexities of my own selfhood with courage and pride. Her legacy is a guiding light, encouraging us all to choose ourselves, time and time again.

As we navigate our own paths, may we carry the spirit of the Trans Queen within us. Let her reign remind us that our scars are stars, our truths are crowns, and our identities are as boundless as the cosmos.

- Aspen Greenwood