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They Are Trans

Dapper Dorothy pushes the envelope to the edge of the canyon she should know better being from a small town in the Midwest Some of the meaner hicks say She is trans someone whispers What is that? Pan? Tran? Slam? Sham? Some of the relatives laugh Not understanding how it feels to be a little boy born in a girl’s body To be sad every time he has to go to the girl’s side Wearing panties when all he wants is boxers There are no other trans in our town.of three hundred and two Maybe and probably there have never been. I look at Dapper Dorothy’s clothes and marvel Glad he is finally honoring himself with beautiful men’s clothes

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