Transgender Poetry
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In this slim volume there is a selection of transgender poetry that I hope you find interesting. The contents are in no particular order just like my life. Realising I was a girl when I was three created major problems when growing up. For years I had convinced myself that I was a small petite five-foot five slim attractive dark-haired slip of a girl. Imagine the shock in my early twenties when I saw myself for the first time, a large six-foot-tall, well built man. What to do? This is the time when a fairy’s magic wand is called for. Called I in vain. I had been dressing as a girl from quite a young age but secretly, never questioning myself why I wore male clothing which I didn’t identify with. In my teens I kept changing styles looking for an identity, all the time terrified of being found out that I was really a female. Because deep down I knew I was a freak of nature and dreaded anyone knowing the truth. I was dreadfully ashamed and excruciatingly embarrassed about my condition. I didn’t know or had ever heard of anyone who was like me until the internet. It is such a relief that being transgendered is now openly recognised and accepted. Surgery gave me a female body and at last I am comfortable within myself. Nature can be very perverse and at times a little wicked. Would I change my life, if gifted with a magic wand? Probably not.