My name is Sara, a transgender chick Wanted a *****, was given a **** I hide it in knickers of satin and lace before sitting down to make-up my face, Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits. Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my **** Now for my legs I'll put on false tan, I wouldn't do this if I were a man Alternative nights, a t-girl delights to sit on her bed and pull on new tights. I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less. Then for my shoes, high heels I choose A sandal style shoe as every girl knows not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer, lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush. I stand in the mirror all ready to go, there's only one question I just have to know. "Does my *** look big in this?"
Poetry by Kaydee.
I wrote this poem in 2010 shortly after introducing myself as Sara to the world.