D.A. Woods

Veteran Poet - 1,040 Points (Ireland)

The Wrong Suit - Poem by D.A. Woods

How am I looking tonight?
These mixed up portraits I have inside,
and these feelings I have to hide,
I cover my false face in a disguise.

To be free of these chains that tie me down,
and start a new life and let the old one drown,
something starts to change within,
no room here in life for me to fit in.

Reproductive organs misplaced so crudley,
I hate to look at myself in this twisted body.

I know what created me and made me a man,
Its killing me to admit that this is not who I am.

If I could change everything, darkness would lift from my world,
this fragile boy should of been born a girl.

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Topic(s) of this poem: sexuality


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, May 23, 2014


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