The Woman Inside, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Innocently at the age of 5
She had not a clue she was a she
In a bath with a girl she wondered why

Why did she have an outie
Why didn’t she have what she had
Having that appendage made her sad

And then there was her macho dad
“Eat this, it will put hair on you chest”
“Boys don’t cry, man up” he did insist

But that Farrah Fawcett hair doll
Wouldn’t relent, he wanted to be her
And not hide in a tent.

And as a teen, when mom went out
She’d lay in bed, and tuck it between
If mom had caught her, she’d surely scream

“What are you doing wearing my cloths”
She never got caught, and nobody knows
Stuck in the wrong body, with all her woes

Expected to conform, she lived a lie
Most of her life being a guy
That was never in her mind’s eye

Under the surface, she always knew
A female she was, was always true
And now she is wrinkled, it’s way past due

Her time is short, but will go through
The butterfly buds, chrysalis bloom
Daisy prints, in October’s room

Don’t let anyone decide for you
What gender you are, love yourself
You’ll be happier by far.