Allison M.

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

A poem: “Who…”

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Before I (finally) recount my performance last Friday at Trans Monologues, I want to first present to you, for the first time on this blog, the poem I performed at the event.  The reason for this is to have a preface to my post about my performance at the event, which will include how I presented the poem.  (Spoiler alert: It involved emphasizing some lines with hand gestures.  No, not those kinds of hand gestures.)

As for the poem itself?  This was one of two poems I wanted to refrain from publishing on here until after presenting them live.  Back in August, I submitted this and a few others for consideration at another trans-related performance event.  And as I mentioned here, I was turned down.  That did to not only a bit of soul searching but also editing and re-editing the two new poems.  (For the record, I’ve already published the other poem, and it’s found here.)  The re-editing process included some re-re-editing after I read it aloud for folks in a trans support group I regularly attend.  They were more supportive, were not one to readily scrutinize so harshly, and are part of a community that is this poem’s inspiration.  They did offer some praise, but also some constructive advice I heeded, and the final result is what you are about to read.

So what are the themes of this poem?  Though you obviously see more than four stanzas here, think of this as a four-part story:  The first part serves as a bit of an introduction about myself and how I came into the crossdressing world.  Part 2 is an ode to the trans people of the world.  Part 3 aims to communicate the fact that we, the members of the trans community are more than the gender we identify as.  Part 4 emphasizes the need to counter the negativity (and worse) our community faces on a constant basis, and holds out hope that those who want to shun us can overcome their prejudices and see the real human beings we are.

Without any further adieu, here’s the poem.  I hope you enjoy it and appreciate it as a sincere ode to the wonderful trans community this is intended to be.

“Who…”

Who… am I?
Well, I’ve never been one to self-describe
But with words that rhyme, let me give it a try…
I was born and raised a boy
And played with action figures and toys
I imagined myself a big-league star
Though I knew I didn’t have the talent to go far

I had never thought about a girl’s world
Until one day, it started to unfurl
Those feminine feelings
That would have so much meaning
Thanks to a sack of lingerie
Found stowed away one spring day
They felt magical to the touch
And trying them on, they provided such a rush
Of ease and comfort from the strife
Of a 6th grader’s nuclear family life
Yeah, if you knew me then, you’d be agreeing
That a sense of ease was what I was needing

Who… am I today?
Well, this is easy for me to say
I’m a forty-hour-a-week office drone
But when I’m at home, all alone
I can be a blonde, brunette, or redhead
And don an outfit that would knock ’em dead
After I slip on that tight skirt
I’m tempted to practice my flirt
I’m definitely a work in progress
Far from a perfect woman, to be honest
But I take pride in my feminine side
For it helps make me a well-rounded person inside
And lets my pride unfurl
To a select few others in my world
And to others outside my world
Who think I’m a pretty amazing girl

Who… are you?
Obviously, I don’t know everything about you
But may I guess an aspect or two?
I imagine they made you play with dolls and tea sets
But you found that working on trucks was the best
Maybe you were raised to be strong and athletic
But you became beguiled by fashion and cosmetics
Whatever the case, you did a lot of wondering
And along the way, you realized something
You discovered you weren’t quite whole
That your life deserved a better goal
You know you’re one gender, not another
Perhaps you’re both, or neither one nor the other
Whatever you may be
You’re amazing to see
Standing tall before the world
And letting your pride unfurl
You’re quite amazing inspirations
To others like you in every nation

Who… are we?
Misconceptions linger about you and me
So, let’s tell the world our story
Naysayers claim we’re revolting
But, truth be told, we’re no such thing
We’re business people and lawyers; lawmakers and doctors
Farmers, educators, and even punk rockers
We have in our hearts a lot of exuberance
Whether we’re modest or show flamboyance
We do our best to entertain
We race cars, fly planes, or just take the train
We may be athletically endowed
Or if not, we can still thrill the smallest of crowds
With the skills we’ve learned and the talent we provide
We care for people from small corners to nations wide

We’re co-workers who toil in labor
We’re true friends, confidants, and neighbors
We may come from families full of joy or dissension
But we’re also one family of great connections
We are wise in our years, with many stories proudly told
Or young and green, starting a life so bold
We may be full-time, part-time, or whatever
Trans, bi-gender, queer, or cross-dresser
Whatever our identification, and no matter our genders
It’s our talent, pride, and personality that matters

Yes, we are talented, gifted, and inventive
But why does the world throw at us invectives?
They consider us peculiar or strange
Or, worse, a malignancy, evil and deranged
They prejudge us, cutting to the quick
By whether we were born with breasts or a… you know…
Toward us, their eyes are rolling and glazing
But instead they should be surveying
The real people we are today
And learn of the sisters and brothers we’ve lost along the way

You and I aren’t perfect; we’re only human
But to counter their ignorance and confusion
Let’s never stop reminding the world
That, as we stand tall and let our pride unfurl
We are not their enemies, just friends brand new
For now, they may gripe and wonder aloud, “Who?!”
But build those bridges, and maybe by the end of the day
In a simple or special way
They can honestly, sincerely say…
“Hey!  I’m glad I got to know you today.”

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).

One thought on “A poem: “Who…”

  1. Pingback: Allison’s night at Trans Monologues | Allison M.

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