My brain feels like a planted ***.
My thoughts, memories and senses,
fill the *** like roots, twisting and turning,
filling the spaces with past experiences.

For 50 years those roots were male,
forced downward,
into the soil by society,
family, school and church.

The pressure was too much,
like gravity pulls roots to the bottom of the ***,
They have no choice until one day,
when that *** is turned upside down.

Now my *** is pointed right.
My true female roots are now moving.
Twisting, turning, growing towards the light,
like they were always meant to do.

I'm growing stronger every day,
while those male roots and flesh dissolve.
Becoming the woman I was meant to be,
Shining bright for all to see.

© Lj Mark 2015