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A Poem

 
 

By *ickyKlungespeare OP   Man
over a year ago

St Leonards

For Woman

Not Born As Woman

Why must my beauty

Be cut from my shape?

Why must this pain

This odd

Be my place

Why, as I laugh

And I laugh by default

Why must those tears

Be bitter with salt?

Why, as a man

Did I crave for new life

Inside me

All me

As woman, as wife

Why me?

Why oh why me?

What did I do?

To be so different

So fucking new!

But always the same

The same me

........

Are you the same you?

........

Why do I travel

So far

To come home

Why in a room

Am I always alone?

Why do I see

Such beauty ahead

Why did that vision

Fuck with my head?

Why am I

So different to you?

Is it because....???

......

......

YOUR YOU IS UNTRUE!!!!!

Am I the gaze

That shows you your lies?

Am I the new

Those new sets of eyes?

Am I the one, a billion more soon?

Giving birth

(from your death)

To this New and this True

Your Old was a gift

A pedestal raised

But your Old like all Olds

Cheats and decays

Your Old was once New

And cleared all away

All other Olds too

Too Old for their day

My New will age too

And die when it needs

But I WILL now take

The Love

From its seeds

I see the way

My baby inside

Will it happen

For me?

Or others beside?

I may have that pain

To never give life

Such pain

My heart aches

To never give Life

Such pain

You can't know

To never give LIFE!

But look, listen now

You New and You True

My pain cut these shapes

For the Beauty called You

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