Genetic Curse

My despising of the genetic mistake, between my legs.

Never a fad

Despite

What some may say

About this.

 

Like many transpeople

I knew

At a young age

I was different

From the other kids.

 

Even now

Looking over my body

Shame and frustration

Fills me

At my maleness.

 

Having to touch

On a daily basis

The wrong genitalia.

 

Although

Shrunken

By pharmacological means

It's still visibly

A male body part.

 

No clever word play

Can disguise this fact

I have a penis

Not a clitoris

Like other women do.

 

Welcoming the day

It's surgically corrected

Never touching it

Ever again.

Author's Note

Written, September 9, 2014.

Reviews

[BlackRose]

Don't feel bad for writing what you feel. We all have some kind of feelings of hurt, disgust and what have you in some of our poetry. Maybe not has deep and personal as this, but it's you and how you feel and no one should stop you from it.

[therisa]

Thank you, BlackRose. When I wrote this, I was living, in a very dark space, of my soul.

[BlackRose]

I relate to you in I having done the same thing in some of my writes, whether deep like this, happy, filled with love and whatever I was feeling at the time or at time was feeling. Your so very welcome.

[MomzillaNC]

A raw, deeply personal write.

[therisa]

Thank you, Momzilla. Been debating internally, whether I should share this poem, given its personal nature, but feel the need, outweigh any objection, I can up with.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.