Transgender- the misplaced genderA Poem by vima parthanBorn 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 parthanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorvima parthanBANGALORE, KARNATAKA, IndiaAboutI love experimenting with my works, writing is what keeps my pepped up. It helps me express myself. more..Writing
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