identity
August 7, 2007I don’t think I’ll make a real transvestite,
wear my heart in fire-engine heels,
and still walk straight, head high.
No, every morning, before I put on
my acceptable black pumps,
I cup the soles of my feet and
feel the weight of regret at
what I could never be: proud
and comfortable with my identity,
unafraid of being packed away in
the labels that would make
anyone craven, shirking
inside their own closets.
[this was a free write in gotpoetry.com's tag-team-poem project the first line from lordfuznut]
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This is a great poem. I know that being a multiple is something that I’m struggling with and not sure how public to be.
We could all learn a bit from this write, namely that to be yourself is the best thing to be. I like it.
Enjoyed this one. My, my, the things poetry makes us do.
Wow, what a direction you took this work in. From such an auspicious first line even.
This is a brilliant piece of writing.
Rax: How are or did your bar exams go. Just stopped to say hello. I’ve been scarce because of my business demands. Don