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Transgender Secret

Female lips that don’t belong on me Can anybody sense those colors are not mine? I cry in blue, red , yellow twirls just mutilating body that doesn’t belong to Soul Incarcerated in a breathing mask I look at YOU begging to see ME As pupils burst the deepest love Eyelashes can not flutter free So gracious Nymph approaching silent me Those candid, open lips Do belong on you I grab my hands protective of the unknown I’m just a paper mache… melting in the rain … copyright 2011 iolanda scripca

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Phyllis Babcock

Date: 8/12/2011 5:07:00 PM

Congrats on your win in Nette's contest. love phyl soup mail

Nette Onclaud

Date: 7/28/2011 2:19:00 AM

congrats on your top win my my contest! any new one,iols?? :) huggs, nette

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 7/24/2011 5:17:00 PM

ooo this one trenches deep! No wonder it is tops. Well done Iolanda and congratulations

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/24/2011 11:32:00 AM

Congratulations on your well deserved win in Nette's "Mask" contest Iolanda. Love, Carol

John Freeman

Date: 7/23/2011 2:57:00 PM

Iolanda, A pleasure to see your deserving poem honered in first. Congratulations. Agape, Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/14/2011 10:21:00 AM

Enjoying reading the very diverse poetry here today. I am happy to see you have shared a bit of your excellent writing with us today Iolanda. Heres hoping you have a wonderful day and wishing you the best in the contest. Love, Carol

Juanita Warden

Date: 7/14/2011 12:52:00 AM

Interesting write here...good luck in the contest.hugs