Who's That Girl (January 2, 2016)



Few moments ago

I was described

As a "girlie-girl"

By another tenant

In my apartment building.

Yes

It's true.

I love

To take long bathes

With lavender

Or other scented fragrances

In the water.

While

A single candle burn

By the side

Of the tub.

In preferring

The sweet scent

Of Vanilla Black Cherry

Or Blueberry baked goods.

But

It's one

Of many labels

That I have trouble

In accepting

For myself.

Just

As I find myself

Struggling

At time

With these labels:

"Survivor"

"Courageous"

"Strong"

And "difference maker".

To name

A few.

Leaving me

To wonder

Who's this person

People are talking about.

For I see

A woman

Who's struggling

With major physical

And mental health problems.

Maybe

The true answer

Lies

Somewhere

In the middle.


Therisa © 2016

Author Note: On November 15, 2005, is the day, which I came out of the gender closet, as a transwoman (ie transsexual), after several emotional and stressful months, while standing over my dad's gravesite. Since then, I have swung, both ways, from being, a girlie girl, to an androgynous look. Especially, on those days, which my anxiety or depression levels are ballistic, as a result of my PTSD and memories of abuse.