There were signs I never understood.
That If I’d had the words would have brought me sooner.
Repeated fantasies and dreams of being cloned -
My mind copied into a body I wanted and could never have.
Or the times when in a private mirror-
I’d stand and see a feminine shape,
And then in shame retreat to manhood, and try to grasp what this cruel culture claimed.
Fashion that actually looked good.
The bitter sense that I had drawn the shorter straw
As in the midst of schooling-
All our bodies began to change, and they got all the good ones.
Gods under heaven - our changes were just - disgusting.
Except the beard - I guess that was fun.
But really? HAIR? EVERYWHERE?
A STENCH that rank of onions?
That for some time ruined my love of singing?
And around us everyone rejoiced - I found no kinship among other men in kind.
I found them even more disgusting
Juvenile, thoughtless, brutish things.
I argued once as teen - that none should change -
Because if possible then all men would.
Because who would really want to be this?
Surely the others thought the same
And just… made do with selves like cave-man.
With brutish brow and furry gifts, and a kingdom’s bitter lonely claim.
Instead I’ve learned these thoughts NOT common.
Instead I’ve found many are comfortable, and sane.
I laugh in bitter recollection.
And wish that sooner this I had come to name.
There were signs that never did I understand.
And then pushed down where I could not see or think them.
For fear of our world’s cruel treatment, for fear of consequence divine.
If only I had lived where I could have done so safely.
That have yet come from this long aching pain.
I cannot go back - and that could be a good thing - I’ll keep these three my joys so perfect-
For the hatred other’s would definitely have laid to cast me out in plain.
Cast off regardless by a town which made with me no true connection
- If I had changed - my loneliness would have been I think