Part-time
a stranger lives within my skin,
I feel her struggles, hear her pain,
my family call her “joey’s sin”,
and fear that I have gone insane.
I’m not sure I don’t agree,
to want to live another’s life?
surely this cannot be me,
is it worth this pain and strife?
yet when I find her, deep inside,
and coax her out to live again,
the joy and peace I cannot hide
release me from the world of men.
she soothes my spirit, scraped and raw
by expectations that never fit,
the self-esteem they never saw
comes back to me slowly, bit by bit.
pretty clothes and silky hair,
smokey eyes and graceful walk,
I spark, and they can see it there,
the boys who come to pet and talk.
if they knew, if they could see,
they’d be repulsed, they’d run away,
and so I hide me carefully,
a girl by night…a boy by day.
kyotzeta 
OH! that is so well written you have touched the nub of the of matter the pain and struggle of a poor soul born into the wrong body! Brilliant.
November 16, 2012 at 12:13 pm
*hugs* Thank you. Thank you so much for that. I get so down on myself right now, critical and self-deprecating…and then I get a wonderful thoughtful comment (usually from you…;) ) like that one, and my whole outlook flips back to positive again. *hugs again*
November 17, 2012 at 1:19 pm
Well credit where credit is due and that was a fabulous post. Don’t be down on yourself you are a writer with a capital W. Believe in yourself you are amazing!
November 17, 2012 at 2:17 pm
🙂 My recently acquired therapist says that I should learn to not invalidate compliments by questioning them, so I’ll just smile and be grateful. ;). (Whoops, just realized I wasn’t signed in. Oh, well.).
November 19, 2012 at 12:01 am