Prancing around
Like it is
A huge joke.
In wearing
Those cheap
Halloween wigs.
Taking selfies
To post
On your Facebook
Accounts.
Saddened me
To my soul's core.
I know
You'll never understand
Why I am feeling
This way.
For you
It's a one time
Deal.
Hallowe'en.
But
For people
Like myself
It's a lifetime
Commitment.
It's blazing
A different path
That society
Is reluctantly slow
In accepting.
Having experienced
First hand
The darker side
Of humanity
And trans-bashing.
Until like
Those reality shows
On the TV.
Only showing
The lighter side.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Yesterday (October 27, 2016), the local public library branch held a puppet show, for the kids, which, afterwards, three teenagers goofed around, with the wigs and taking selfies. Wanted to say something, but was scared, I would be labelled, as oversensitive, for my reactions to these teens. I know, they meant nothing, but it still hurt.
1 comment:
Yes, they were unaware, and just having fun. But I am struck by what it must feel like, to feel as you say in your poem that, for you, it is a lifetime condition. Thanks for raising awareness, as your poems always do, Therisa. Glad you are writing.
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