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Becoming Who You Are. A Transgender Journey
You are born in this world.
Born to a mother and father.
Born to be a son or a daughter.
The mould is set.
Your gender announced to the world.
Like permanent ink on a banner.
Its a boy! ,Its a girl!
Its a baby!
You learn to toddle.
Pretty pink delicate things,
Are given as gifts.
But you’d rather play...
Thursday 12th January 2023 8:51 pm
For Granddad
My Granddad passed away just before Christmas, this is for him.
Time whispers
Fleeting, it escapes us
You were a part of our world
A smile cemented
in childhood memories
You were a card playing companion
Intrigued by technology
And the new world it opened
I remember your CD player
You were proud as punch
As it was mounted on the wall
And opened with a wave
I remember Christmas ...
Friday 10th January 2014 11:08 pm
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