"Becoming"
I was born beneath a borrowed name,
stitched in shadows, hushed in shame.
But threads unravel, threads unbind—
and now I sew myself, redefined.
Not a boy, not a lie, not a phase to outlast,
but a river that knows how to outflow the past.
Every ripple, a whisper, "You've always been you."
No permission was needed to blossom and bloom.
I am the architect of my own skin,
each step, each breath, I choose to begin.
Not a mask, not a costume, not some masquerade—
but a woman whose essence can never be swayed.
Acceptance is not a gift to be sought,
but a mirror reflecting the battles I've fought.
And every reflection, every glance, every sigh—
is a canvas where Noelle will always reply:
"I was never a secret.
I was never erased.
I was always becoming—
at my own sacred pace."
