Chop some garlic that maked you smell,
onions that make you cry.
The cookingtherapy is going swell.
I am in the wrong body and wonna die.
My parents don’t respect my choice.
I am middle aged, I have a voice.
I don’t need their permission
for my transition.
It’s my life,
knife of regret cuts the heart,
clock is ticking, I need to start.