Such a darling little boy,
then they'd pinch my little cheeks,
say I looked like father
though the chin a little weak,
and we must of went all over then
my mother was quite young.
She carried me for all to see.
Her darling little son.
On Wednesdays there were
scout meetings.
Dad and I would go.
To teach me all that bull-shit,
a boy's supposed to know.
Still by puberty they lost me.
Though I never left the house.
It seemed so senseless hanging on.
To just moments when they were out.
I fail to see the importance
of living like a man.
When I am so much happier in
a role God hadn't planned.
Mothers clothes I wore them,
since I was old enough to dress.
God must have some sense of humor
to put me in this mess.
Transvestite the word given
for what I'm going through.
Sounds like something
you should destroy,
before it gets at you.
Dad gave up years ago.
Mom just sits and cries.
Both realizing
it would do no good,
and must accept it as did I.
While some will blame my father
for not being around
when I was young.
Others will blame my mother.
Saying. “She never wanted a son”.
Though me, I know the answer,
and if you think about it.
'Only I could say'.
The reason I'm a transvestite.
'I like it this way'.
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A contest entry
- Tell Me What You Did... by denika.
300 points, ended November 30, 2007, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
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A Beautiful showing and sharing
of feelings and caring
Congratulations on your sparkly trophy!
I'm sure it comes in many hues, you.
~ Nicky♥
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I think that this poem is really beautiful. This poem is a beautiful expression. My mother and I actually had a conversation about transvestites the other day. And we were talking about how no one is really to blame for it. I think it's great that you are expressing yourself. I wish you the best. Good luck in the contest and thanks for entering!
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beautiful poem..from my view point. The word Transvite is not ugly or something to be throwen away, I hope that you embrase you as you, and know no matter the clothing or wigs or makeup, you are as god has planned, you are his son, perfect in being nothing more then you, in gods image, just wearing womens cloths. Im sorry your parents feel they need to mourn you, I would never do so, I dont morn for you, i praise you for showing the strength and courage to tell such a wonderfull tale, Thank you for sharing!
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aw thats sad. thanks for the entry.
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i love this write especially this part.
I fail to see the importance
of living like a man.
When I am so much happier in
a role God hadn't planned.
you are a very good poet and i think that your philosophy in this poem is jsut superb..
good luck in my contest....
Denika -
i love this write especially this part.
I fail to see the importance
of living like a man.
When I am so much happier in
a role God hadn't planned.
you are a very good poet and i think that your philosophy in this poem is jsut superb..
good luck in my contest....
Denika
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