Boys and Girls

something we've been taught

They’ll tell you how to be

How to dress, how to talk, how to speak

How to be a little lady in this day and age

Of women in jeans

You’re mum calls “dykes”

 

And you’ll sit in your pink

And play with your Barbies

Imagining being the boy down the road

Playing with his Kens,

Cause that’s the only plastic man you know

 

And you’ll be told off when your dad finds you in his best shirt

Tying his tie too tight around your neck

And he’ll scold you, but not hard

Because deep down he wished he had a boy anyways.

 

And you’ll be secret when you kiss the boy down the road

And tell him about the magazines you found underneath your brother’s bed

Of boys and boys

And you’ll be even more secret

When the boy asks to wear your dress, and you to wear his shirt and shorts

And kiss him dressed in that

 

And you’ll feel right for once in your life

You’ll notice he’s twisting the hem

And that mother won’t be happy about the loose lace

 

And when you grow up

You sit with that boy you now call Lenore

And give him different pronouns

And you’ll reminisce over wine

And you cry

Because you’re parents gave birth to a girl and didn’t expect a boy

 

Author's Note

i'm a beginner....

Reviews

[Alex Vidmar]

Really interesting. I like your style. It's well written and the whole idea of the secrecy of the transvestitism is brought about with the perfect amout of weaning subtlty. I hope to read more of your writings soon Eric.

Peace.

P.S. I'm sure this also hits off with many people because many people have, at one point in their lives, dressed like the other gender.