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Click here"I left the wig on the dresser,
pearls an the ear rings too.
The dress hangs neatly in the closet,
and on the floor are those hiheeled shoes."
"And I no longer know who I am,
seems I left me a long time ago.
Had an interest in locomotives,
an railroad cars.
Now its blackpatent high heels
and bra's.
I Really wish I knew why this is so.
I was happier a long time ago"
"Folded are the bra, slip an panties,
tucked way back in the drawer.
I'm Sitting on the bed with a sad feeling.
And I don't know who I am anymore."
"And I no longer know who I am,
my life it seems like a mess.
Liked old spark coils an wireless,
now its a string of pearls,
an' yes a silky dress.
I have no idea why this is so.
I was happier a long time ago."
"Well now, I know who I am!
My life's no longer a mess.
I still like old coils and wireless,
And yes it's o.k. to wear a bra and a dress.
With wig,pearls,and heels with bows.
I am as happy as I was years ago."
This is a poem of acceptance... acceptance of ones self... acceptance of two worlds that collide. The author writes about the conflict within himself, and how he works to find the acceptance within himself, that these two sides of his personality, of himself, can live in harmony.
Why must you be one or the other? Here... the author shows, you can be both.
This is definitely the work of a
cross dresser, as only he/she could have
such deep thoughts. Bitter because of all
the sadness he went through before he
accepted this part of him. Sweet because
once he accepted his feminine side, he is
much more of a whole person and able to
enjoy both genders.