Some friendships started before the change,
When I was someone else, someone strange.
They knew me then, and they know me now,
Yet still, they stand, they don't ask how.
They've seen me struggle, seen me rise,
Witnessed my truth, seen through the disguise.
They're the ones who hold me close,
When the world feels too harsh, too morose.
Some friends were made after the shift,
They saw me for the man I'm with.
No hesitation, no fear, no doubt,
Just a bond that's strong, without a route.
They don't see the labels, the history,
Just the soul I am, no mystery.
And in their eyes, I find my place,
A home in their warmth, their embrace.
But there's always a moment, a pause, a space,
When they wonder if I'll ever feel grace.
Will they understand the battles I fight?
Will they accept me in all my might?
Friendship as a trans man is a dance,
A balance between trust and chance.
Some days I'm uncertain, unsure,
But they love me, and that's pure.
For in their eyes, I'm not just the past,
But the person I am, and that will last.
We grow together, we bend and weave,
In the bonds we share, we never leave.
They stand beside me as I find my way,
Through all the shadows, through every grey.
And in this journey, I know for sure,
Friendship, like love, is a steady cure.