Transgender- the misplaced gender

Transgender- the misplaced gender

A Poem by vima parthan
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Born to an emblematic Tamil family

Following a stretched stay for 6 years

I was welcomed with much elation by each.

Doctor told papa "Congrats, it's a boy"

Boy, the most cursed express for me.


They  told me I have to be fond of sports

For the reason that boys like sports.

Each person told me what to do and what not to do ,

I had no say in things that troubled me

Then why am I even termed as an individual.

 

I grew up to comprehend that my parents were shameful of me

They never took me out and if they did

I had to always do what they told me

They constantly shouted and criticized  me

Asking me to act normal and be a boy

Be a Boy ? "where do I learn to be a boy ?"

I would ask them and then a whack

would mark the end of the argument.

 

This went on for years, I was cheerless for years

When I was 15 I decided to breathe my life

I fled from home hunting for an enhanced existence

Perhaps a fine living was never there for me.

 

Nevertheless I believe the life I have now

If not improved it's not shoddier to what I had

At least I can be the way I am , not forced to be a boy

I may not be considered "decent" or "tasteful"

I may be a disgrace to the society as you all say.

 

But the quirk of fate remains that  you

"classy"  and "exclusive" people come to me

for your undone wishes and desires.


Yes, I am a sex worker and

no one forced me to be one

But neither did anyone give me

a chance to be someone else.

 

© 2015 vima parthan


Author's Note

vima parthan
It's in regards with how transgenders are looked at in Asian countries at large.

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...This poem is a social critique written in fire ink. I don't see things better in Europe in my view. Transgenders have an extremely hard life. Sex workers and /or singers in nightclubs,urban slums, without any happy life. Life is terrible many times...and injust by nature from inmemorial times. Why are there happy and unhappy people?

A great job.

- Jesus

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

vima parthan

9 Years Ago

Sad to hear that things are bad even in Europe, lets hope for a better tomorrow
Tomorrowneverknows

9 Years Ago

...It is a very complex problem without a clear solution in a short term,always in my view.



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The thing that caught my eye here is the topic and well presentation
I loved the way emotions float and very frank to the point , great job !
Thanks for sharing and winning through it in my contest : )

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

...This poem is a social critique written in fire ink. I don't see things better in Europe in my view. Transgenders have an extremely hard life. Sex workers and /or singers in nightclubs,urban slums, without any happy life. Life is terrible many times...and injust by nature from inmemorial times. Why are there happy and unhappy people?

A great job.

- Jesus

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

vima parthan

9 Years Ago

Sad to hear that things are bad even in Europe, lets hope for a better tomorrow
Tomorrowneverknows

9 Years Ago

...It is a very complex problem without a clear solution in a short term,always in my view.
its touchy....never came across any poem like this.... good issue raised....there are many things this society doesnt accept.... and this is one of them.... liked the thought behind this one...good one....

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

vima parthan

9 Years Ago

thanks man.. it's time people talk about it

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Tags: transgender, gender, parents, boy, society, life, sex

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vima parthan
vima parthan

BANGALORE, KARNATAKA, India



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