Transgender Secret

Written by: iolanda Scripca

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 … 

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iolanda scripca