Allison M.

A crossdresser's thoughts on life, fashion, fabulousness, and (oh yeah) dressing up

A poem: “Not Exactly Like You”


I’m getting over the heat of my last two posts, and I figure I’ll be over it completely with the help of a little poem. Hope you enjoy it.

“Not Exactly Like You”

No, I’m not exactly like you.
I know that you know it, too.
We don’t share the same height or figure.
We aren’t attracted to the same people.
And our closets are not alike.
It’s because we don’t live the same life.

No, I’m not exactly like you.
Yes, my gender bends fro and to.
But it’s a part of who I am.
Being a part-time woman makes me a better man.
It allows me to not reciprocate the hate,
The hate you, sadly, propagate.

No, I’m not exactly like you.
So why do you hate me like you do?
You shun me, you loathe me,
You want the world to think the same of me.
You want to keep me down.
You prefer that I not be around.

We’re not alike, you and I.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t see eye to eye.
Please, talk to me.
Please, get to know me.
Please, understand what I’m like.
For it will open our minds.
Because a meeting of our minds
Will be worth our time.

I know how to walk miles in your shoes.
Can you at least walk a few feet in mine?


Author: Allison M.

A part of the trans community ("cross-dresser" is the term that applies to me) who finds themselves much more expressive and somewhat more confident when presenting in a feminine persona. An admirer and supporter of those who are fashionable, fabulous, and friendly (LGBT or otherwise). Someone who tries to be witty and unique, but is not even remotely perverted or a pariah (I am a real human being, just like you). Using various writing styles on this blog to communicate thoughts and feelings concerning my life experiences, fashion sense, and the world at large (and maybe impressing my high school creative writing teacher who deservedly gave me middling grades).

3 thoughts on “A poem: “Not Exactly Like You”

  1. If you’re reading this entry the second time around, you’ll notice a difference: After turning in last night, I realized the flow of the poem would be better if the 2nd and 3rd stanzas were flipped. So, voila!


  2. Pingback: How conversations can open minds | Allison M.

  3. Pingback: The night Allison read poetry… out loud! | Allison M.

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