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 Aug 2017 Thomas Conlan
danny
Poked my self in the eye
With the mascara brush.
Note to self: do better,
I wasn't even in a rush.

Glued my fingers together
Pressing on the nails,
I am not stupid
Its just foreign to former males.

Nearly broke my neck
Walking fast in these heels,
"Not easy girls am I right?"
I finally know how it feels.

Got greedy with the padding,
My **** grew and grew.
You will have to forgive me my mistakes
After all I am new.
This was my entry into a poem contest with the theme of "I am transgender" I took inspiration from the quote from the movie "Airplane/Flying High"
My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such

So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To help the less fortunate among us
Another lie I let slip out

I'm now in the south of Florida
Where some may call me a ***
Living in a citrus grove along the coast
Not answering to anyone

It's really not such a bad life
This do nothing life I've made
I hear Moms proud of me at afternoon tea
Telling the girls of all the lives I save

I do my share of dumpster diving
That's where I got the idea
Behind a real doctors office one day
With some of their stationary I nabbed

I did a little doctoring
After all I do play one in Moms mind
Doesn't look too lame where I inserted my name
Then wrote my Mom about the kids and the wife

I've created such an elaborate charade
It's now gotten all out of hand
As I panhandle my way up and down
The Sunshine states surf and sand

Mom now says she wants to visit
Can't wait to meet the wife and kids
Don't know how I let it get this crazy
And how it all lead up to this

Now I'm scrambling to find a vacant house and a woman
With a couple of kids that look just like me
That can go along with a ruse for a week in mid-June
Since I told her that's when  I'd be free

I'm thinking I should of studied in college
Instead of being this mind numbing huckster
Telling lie after deepening lie
Just so my Mother would think I'm a doctor
The taste of your mouth.
The bittersweetness hurts me
To the point of agony.
The birds chanting to wish me good morning,
Sitting on the back porch,
With the flowers adorning
the suns presence.

Taking this moment to appreciate
Life and all it gives,
Too often we take advantage of how we live.

It's hard to get out of bed at the break of dawn
To remember how the birds sing their songs.

We must silence our ego
In order to let go
Of the pain that create this sorrow, Maybe not today but tomorrow.

To have the Strength to let the dusk leave us behind.
The sun eclipses
As we sip this fine wine from our lips.

To cradle us to sleep
Until the morning glory wakes us
From this deep entrance .
Prepared for the day for our soul
To dance.
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