The Dress
You waited so long for something
To change in yourself
You waited too long for the kiss
To bring you peace
His tears dripped back on
The silver reflection
The one they saw
The one you knew was wrong
They worried you liked other boys
The playground named you queer
The mirror called you male
Your soul alone saw a girl
Blue jeans ripped and torn
White shirts and green ties
Pink dresses prim and right
Red tights, light and warm
I saw you walking on the cobbles
Your legs were smooth
Your ass was tight, I smiled
An Apple of Adam failed your design
Freedom came to you that night
Some shook their head, some cried
But I could see the beauty had appeared
To free your soul to fly
(c) Francie McGIvney 15/06/2015 someone who stimulated my mind at the weekend made me wonder what trans-sexual people might feel inside, I knew one once in another life when i wore a black jacket and he cried when he told me about walking the streets of dublin and pretending to be confident while inside his light flickered (my words not his/hers) anyway i hope you like.
Words I love to write 