By: Cedric McClester
For heaven’s sake
How many mistakes
Do you think God makes
We have to surrender
And accept our gender
When God is the vendor
There’s no transgenderr
Or returning to Sender

You’re engaging in perjury
Through plastic surgery
What in hell is the urgency
If you’re born a he
Then you can’t be a she
Though you might try to be
****** fluency
Is shear lunacy

You might make the cover
Of Vogue or some other
But soon you’ll discover
The equipment you cover
Won’t do your bidding
Who the hell are you kidding
It can’t stay hidden
If it’s overridden

I do sympathize
That you try to disguise
And improvise
What your mind denies
But a word to the wise
Open your eyes
Don't tell yourself lies
'Cos the truth still applies

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