Weatherproof Poem by Mark Heathcote

People today are heard or read saying
My earliest memory was realising
I was born into the wrong body.
Mine, mine was I realised I didn't want a body
It's all alien; it is all so painful.
It is all so raw. I don't want to be baneful;
But no suit of clothing is an easy fit.
If there were a delete button, I'd have quit.
So, so many times, but I'm now proof.
You can walk through fire and be flameproof.
Fireproof, heatproof, shatter-proof,
Bulletproof, shockproof, nearly bombproof
So many suits make me at times now near weatherproof.