Transgender- the misplaced genderA Poem by vima parthanBorn to an emblematic Tamil family Following a stretched stay
for 6 years I was welcomed with much
elation by each. Doctor told papa
"Congrats, it's a boy" Boy, the most cursed
express for me. They told me I have to be fond of sports For the reason that boys
like sports. Each person told me what
to do and what not to do , I had no say in things that troubled me Then why am I even termed as an individual.
I grew up to comprehend that
my parents were shameful of me They never took me out
and if they did I had to always do what
they told me They constantly shouted
and criticized me Asking me to act normal
and be a boy Be a Boy ? "where
do I learn to be a boy ?" I would ask them and
then a whack would mark the end of
the argument.
This went on for years,
I was cheerless for years When I was 15 I decided
to breathe my life I fled from home hunting
for an enhanced existence Perhaps a fine living
was never there for me.
Nevertheless I believe
the life I have now If not improved it's not
shoddier to what I had At least I can be the
way I am , not forced to be a boy I may not be considered
"decent" or "tasteful" I may be a disgrace to the
society as you all say.
But the quirk of fate remains
that you "classy" and "exclusive" people come to me for your undone wishes and desires. Yes, I am a sex worker and no one forced me to be one But neither did anyone give me a chance to be someone else.
© 2015 vima parthanAuthor's Note
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Added on January 5, 2015Last Updated on January 5, 2015 Authorvima parthanBANGALORE, KARNATAKA, IndiaAboutI love experimenting with my works, writing is what keeps my pepped up. It helps me express myself. more.. |

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