She-Male Poem by john tiong chunghoo

the problem with she-men
in whatever categories is still the men -
they are gagged, wrapped, and subjugated
to a corner fit only for scorn
from the she he owns
and the world 'she' thinks she owns

the result is a man in whatever
little percentage there is
fighting for a way out

he fails and 'she' takes over

he is as good as dead
a corpse she gladly carries
for pleasure
the disdains and chidings
she excuses herself
usually by not giving them
even a thought

go to any abode of a she man
you would get at very doorstep
a rancid smell that like the
man seems muffled, bound,
a smell that fails to hit
the apex of its offensivenes

a smell that escpaes
from a repression
that shuttles between pleasure,
self denials and sometimes
a frightening guilt