TransgenderEvery time I see my faceEvery time it seems displacedEvery time I see a traceof the person I am not.Every time I walk outsideEverywhere that I resideEvery step that's in my strideis the person I am not.Everyone sees me with a 'sir'They say it with a quite smug purrAnd though their faces are a blurThey say what I am not.
Legal HoldShe sat there in waiting"What a wonderful day!"She would say to herselfShe'd be free to go and playShe waited and waitedfor hours and hoursHer mind just kept stating"They're taking forever!"As the sun droppedand the moon hit the skyshe decided to rest,to let consciousness flyBy dawn of next morningshe woke up in bed,instead of a doctora nurse was insteadShe asked her some questionsall single and straightShe answered them allwith no trace of hateShe wrote down her answersand walked out the roomshe thought to herself"Will I be out soon?"She walked by with papersagain and some moreshe can't help but think"This is really a bore.."She waited and waitedand waited some moreshe can't help but thinkhow this is a choreIn came a doctorand them some nice foodand needless to saythe food was quite goodShe ate until fulland felt quite contentnow all that was leftwas home to be sent