Compromise by Jenn Chant

I compromise every day.

Compromise who I am for who I can be.

Never blessed with good looks in any way.

I fear I will compromise the essence of me.

Poisoned by testosterone.

My life stalled by minds so small.

My body changed by the wrong hormone.

Finally starting my life after half of it all.

Raised with a conservative slant.

Starting transition to late.

Mormonism would always say that I can't.

So now I compromise just because of hate.

Hurt by Christ and his fans.

I break from my chains.

Feeling beaten bloody by christ's own hands.

Called by ancient goddesses as my womanhood gains.

I will always have to much man in me.

Compromised to the pain of my very soul.

To be as much woman as I can be.

Please Goddess Inanna let me be whole.