A trans woman stands, strong and proud,
But deep inside, she wears a shroud,
Of sadness and longing, of unfulfilled dreams,
Of children she wishes to have, it seems.

For generations past, her family tree,
Has passed on their knowledge, matrilineally,
And she longs to continue this line,
To pass on her wisdom, to children of her design.

But the path ahead is fraught with strife,
As society often...