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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow... ballsy poem, John. There could be some strong women who might take offense so be prepared to suffer the consequences of their wrath. Really good write, though! ! Brian