I need to transition.
I need medical care.
“Wait.” you say.
“It’s too soon.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“You’re only fifteen.”
“You’re only twenty five.”
“You’re only thirty five.”
Always tomorrow.
Never today.
Always “wait.”
A lifetime wasted,
on empty lies…
I’m dying now.
and it’s already too late.
I refuse to sit and stay.
Fuck your, “tomorrow”.
I’ll take what’s mine today.
And if that kills you,
that’s your choice.
Charl Landsberg is a transgender South African poet who writes about transgender issues, feminism, social justice, etc.