Carnegie Mellon University

Third Place for High School Poetry (tie)

"I Hope I Can Be Heard Now: A poem about my voice on testosterone" 

I’ve always been a little bear cub,
feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulch of the floor.
Seasons are changing, frost is setting in,
and I rise up on my hind legs,
head high, speaking up for the first time.
I hope I can be heard now.
I’ll let my growls grow, my echo
rumbling through the trees.
The sound curls between pine needles,
and knocks cones to the ground.
I know I’ve made it,
I am home.