Transgender
Transgender
You laugh, and your dignity slips away.
You drunken clown.
Your serious sobriety, an absurdity.
Your manliness, a memory.
Fool, with fool's notion.
Castrated according to prophesy.
You sit, half man, trying to knit a woman's memories.
A drunken clown.
Painted face, whose eyes stare back from the mirror?
Is there a tear left for what was?
What does God think? Or do you care?
A clown's memories.
Bitter psychosis, your future, after the din.
Lonliness, your companion
and only irretrievable memory, yours to hate.
Play on drunken clown. Play on.