Girl Crush

In this poem I remember the night I met Sinead not her real name that remains confidential and relate the story of the night she told me she fancied me not in spite of being a transwoman but because of it. The poem relates the story of the time she asked me if I had ever had a girl crush and wouldn’t relent until I fessed up that I did. That said I think she was a wee bit surprised when I told her it was Judith Chalmers who used to present the holiday programme Wish You Were Here at least it was until Princess Diana and then Madonna came along . I’ve given it the title Girl Crush I hope you enjoy the read

Girl Crush

Until that night I had always dismissed
the idea of kissing other women
I was trans I was never meant to be like this
though dabbling a wee bit at pride
was kind of exciting
but this was different this was a girl
inviting me in to her personal space
wanting me to share moments
in ways I would never have thought

we talked a lot about different things
she teased me about wearing frilly pinks
made me blush like I was sweet sixteen
whispered dirty secrets in my ear
about what she’d like to do to me
told me that loads of women like women like me
not in spite of it but because of it
and it’s no law against a transwoman
liking other lassies
or other lassies liking them

she asked me if I ever had
a girl crush I said no
she called me a liar and asked again
until I said yes it is
it was Princess Diana in that wedding dress
until Madonna and Kylie took things
to a totally different level
she called me a she devil
till I told her my first one had been
Judith Chalmers

at first she couldn’t understand why
but in days before Diana arrived
she made me smile
and I didn’t know why till later
when girls shared secrets we called girl talk
and trust me guys would be in for a shock.
if they ever knew what we’d discussed
as we kissed on the dance floor
and I confessed my sin to her
that in the days before Diana
Judith Chalmers was my girl crush

© Gayle Smith 2021

Naughty And Nice (For Madonna)

In my latest poem I pay tribute to the first lady of music the one and only Madonna. It’s a kind of love letter to the woman who shaped my identity to a far greater extent than she’ll ever know. I’ve given it the title Naughty And Nice. I think you’ll find a lot of familiar references in this one. I hope you enjoy the read

Naughty And Nice

Dear Madonna

Thanks for your teaching in the ways of the world
in how to dream like a girl
and behave like a woman
for showing me the way to express myself
sing lullabies in Spainish
take my imagination to places
beyond my comprehension
be my own amazing invention
who could do whatever I liked
styling fishnet tights
with office girl chic
so women who had never thought of dating a transwoman
would take a chance on me
and do things
I never knew were possible

thank you for making me an unstoppable force
beyond the constraints
of chains I’ll never wear
for being there in the conservative years
when those like me were demonised
by taunts and lies
for showing me my inner thigh
is a very sensual place
I love that you kept a smile on my face
when I didn’t want to smile
and let me see
who I am and why I will be
the one who doesn’t do repression

they say confession is good for the soul
though not as powerful as authenticity
you showed that material girls can feel like virgins
if their partners treat them with respect
it wasn’t just about sex
though a bit of hanky panky can be nice
if you cherish me enough stop at the borderline
I remember the night I decided to open my heart and let you in
the mortal sins I must have committed
on the first night I wore a basque
would be no laughing matter
to the papa you told not to preach
I think I got away with it
as I danced on the beach
when I went on an unexpected holiday
your passion for equality inspired
me to aim higher
and not to make a liar of myself
embrace my bisexual attraction
and enjoy the pleasures guilt free

Thank you Madonna for giving me
anthems which endured through the ages
for taking stages by storm and showing girls we can be both naughty and nice
and letting us know Princess Diana
wasn’t the only role model available
thanks for leaving a necklace of attainable dreams
to be worn by girls like me
the ones who though we might never
be lingerie models
still want to aspire to something higher
than our mum’s generation
who could be our own sensation
leading our man or women in to temptation
beyond their wildest fantasies
as we explored our sexuality
in ways never mentioned in prayers

© Gayle Smith 2020.