As long as I can remember, every
star that shot across the sky, every
birthday candle I blew out, came
with the silent wish that I would
wake the next morning as a girl;
even if for just a single day.

I was told wishes don’t come true
if you say them aloud. So I
stayed voiceless. For 30 fucking
years. Quietly wishing. Far past
the point I stopped believing
in magic, just in case.

Turns out magic is real. But for it
to work you have to let your wishes
bubble out of you. You have to
shout them true every moment
of every day. You must cry out:
This is who I am! This is what I am!

I am a girl. -A woman even!
Loud and proud! Not just for
a day, but forever. My wish
came true and the shooting
stars and birthday candles
had nothing to do with it.

–

Maple Scoresby (she/her) is a trans poet from upstate New York. She has a bachelor’s degree in Psychology and Sexualities Studies, and has worked as a Sexual Educator and a Coaching Specialist. Maple currently resides in Denver, Colorado where she spends her time reading and playing the banjo.