Transsexual Realities

For years we hide in fear and shame,
Our own self loathing a prison and cage.
In the end we find we have simple choices to make,
Between transition, insanity or suicide.

Its not hard, its not a choice, its not about living in a dream.
Its about Life, its about Love, its about Family and Friends.
Its about being true to your self, Its about choosing to live.
So we gather our courage, in our own trembling hands,
Our hearts all a flutter, like a wild bird in your hands.

We risk it all, to try to be real,
When the person in our head screams 'BUT WERE NOT REAL'.
The brain and the body, we know they don't match.
But we try, and we strive, and we hope others will see,
That the brain is the person, not the body.

So we burst the cocoon, this shell we have grown,
Because we cant live in hiding all alone.
Like the dear in the wood, or the mouse in the field,
We step out of the house, and into the sun,
To walk down the street, hoping for fun.

Were not looking for children, for men to pervert,
To poison the coffee or to piss in the font.
Only for friends for the nourishing light,
the comfort of knowing some kindness in life.
Oh god, we are scared of so many things,
The fear of rejection, of ridicule and pain.
Of words that are spoken and of cold hard silence

So when we are asked, just what are we,
We try so hard to educate to explain, to let others see,
were not child molesters, or killers, or spreaders of germs.
Were not perverts or thrill seekers nor getting our kicks.
Were just living life, as best as we can.

The doctors and nurses the surgeons and shrinks,
The lawyers, the politicians, even Lib Lab and Cons.
All of them said, we are not evil ones,
That we are human and when cut we will bleed.
So they pass laws, they give rights, they try to protect
And things get better in many respects.

But people are people, some attitudes don't change,
Some say they back you, and then fade away.
Others will whisper behind your back,
We're freaks we're weirdo's, we make them feel sick,
We use ladies toilets, it should not be allowed,
They don't want us to play games in the pub,
They walk out the door, when were seen, in disgust
We are lepers we're poison, we're sick in the mind
They are disgusted to have to mix with our kind.
They agitate and talk in mostly quiet words,
that if some things not done that their voice won't be heard,
That the till will be down and that's her loss, not theirs.

Voices are heard which say different things,
That we are not freaks, we are kind we are friends.
But some don't want trouble, don't need all the grief
And these voices are gentle, not aggressive and loud
But what are feelings when money is concerned
And every bully knows that might makes them right.

The Bigots, uneducated, those with closed minds
Who would sneer at some others downs syndrome child,
Call some one nigger, when they think they're not heard.
Would hate their child to see a none pure white girl.
A gay man a queer, who should all be shot,
But dreams of the lesbians when its late and they're hot.
A homeless person lying in the street,
They have to be a drunk or an addict, Can't you see!
A woman who's abused, who screams in the night,
well that's not our problem, we are all right.

Who are the ones who should feel deep shame,
the ones who do nothing, or the ones causing the pain.
Should we walk away, and cry in the night,
Feel we are the ones who should be ashamed
Should we be the ones to let sleeping dogs lye
And to swallow the poisons of ignorance and lies.
When all we ever wanted was warmth of the light,
Not the cold gutters and shadows of night.