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identity

August 7, 2007

I 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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7 comments

  1. Thank you for stopping by and commenting. 😀

    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.


  2. We could all learn a bit from this write, namely that to be yourself is the best thing to be. I like it.


  3. Enjoyed this one. My, my, the things poetry makes us do. 🙂


  4. Wow, what a direction you took this work in. From such an auspicious first line even.


  5. This is a brilliant piece of writing.


  6. Rax: How are or did your bar exams go. Just stopped to say hello. I’ve been scarce because of my business demands. Don


  7. Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. – Edgar Allan Poe



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