When Rainbows were all that I Could See

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“When Rainbows were all that I Could See”

By Robben Wainer

 

 

 

I was dry when rainbows were all that I could see,

Dressed like a bride for any man to marry me,

It may be this complex, with my complexion in complicity,

That creates simplicity from transsexual complexity.

 

I rose above the lack of my submission,

And the grief when nervous about a man’s erection,

From the tension that worlds do indeed combine,

When homosexuality has been this divine,

 

I was bent when becoming my own woman

Like a peer distraught by the competition.

 

 

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