StilettosA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
Stilettos An exercise of intolerance, these dreams have all been made by men. Sitting under the microscope, unchanged, but yet different. Wallowing in self pity tortured, by the words they keep in their pockets, and under their beds. And perhaps in them. Little bits are left over form the whole, saved in shoeboxes in the closet of self realization. And there is something in the air, indifference, sitting thick like fog just out of reach in every woman’s nightmare. It sounds like stilettos on wet concrete. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalierReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 24, 2009 Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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