A small platoon of beauty, Lovely boygirls with tiny ***** Posing like Vogue models And doing dancing tricks So, hot. So pretty, but not In the slightest masculine; No attempt to be butch, They revel in being feminine.
They’re better at it than girls Being more of a success Than all the ** movie stars In ten thousand dollar dresses. Such pretty smooth faces, traces Of ancestry and cool breeding For thousands of screaming teens Wishing they were breeding.
They wish these boys were closer So they could caress and kiss Close enough so they could not Avoid, so the teens could not miss. They want to carefully tarnish them, These angels of flashing bright lights, And cuddle them, snuggle them If only for one youthful, sensuous night.
Some walk the line Between a woman and a man. If god got a do-over Would he do the same again? Or would some afterthought Bring about a badly needed change That causes confusion So some use the epithet “strange”?
How do people so often ignore The amazing leaders and creators, Proof they’ve been shown before That different people can be world beaters. People have cheered for decades Those strong women who compete in sports. For centuries men of feminine type Felt they’ve needed to sink to life’s last resorts.
For no reason that makes sense Parents have dealt unremitting hate to their kids. Some of them take it personally As if it is the result of something evil they did. Demands were made unthinkingly To change they way they had to behave And too often the orders came from The unsuccessful directives of “Jesus Saves”.
So here they are, suffering daily The children who live as god made them And society, for no good reason Chooses to call them names and evade them. There is nothing wrong with them These beautiful people living on the line Who act and live their lovely lives The way nature has defined.