In this poem I relate a very personal experience which is the common lot of transwomen. Believe me I’ve lived the story
I’m narrating here far too many times for my liking and am very grateful for all the women who have whether they know it or not acted as my minder. I’ve given it the title Distractions I hope you enjoy the read.
Distractions
It’s midnight she stands at the stop
waiting for the late bus
she makes no fuss
praying it will turn up soon
she is joined by a group of girls
who must have been on a round the world alcohol trip
as they hold on to each other for fear of death
or worse falling over in six inch heels
she would never have the confidence to walk in
she makes no comment but wonders
how any girl could dance in those shoes
she keeps her views to herself
they are doing no harm
if anything she’s glad they are there
it they who are getting the stares
from certain types of lads
the type who would glare at her
fuelled by testosterone fuelled courage
mammy’s boys on the hunt for mother figures
the girls snigger at these guys
who think there ideal candidates to marry
or even just to take a lassie home for a shagging
neanderthals who would normally call her tranny
ignore her to look at what they see as the younger prizes
as she looks to the sky
she thanks god for such welcome distractions
and the powers of silence and smiles
© Gayle Smith 2019
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