They Call Me Sexy Dolly

"What does it take to lose a man?" I asked to no avail   
flat chested me in answer to, "Don't put yourself for sale"     
the surgeon did the breasts, the testicles went west    
in retrospect I wasn't ready yet, to tell the world "I am"    

And so I danced all night in poling fashion sleek    
beneath the neon lights a feminine mystique    
but when the lights went out at night   
I barely won the fight ...  

Oh how I wish I had the balls to tell them who I am 
they call me Sexy Dolly, yet I fought for Uncle Sam 
my mind said,  "you are out of range "  
and so my voice went strange  


"why don't I have the balls, 
to tell them who I truly am? "

The End. 
08/13/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Lamoureux Avatar
August 14, 2018 at 7:21 AM
Wether real or made up you made it feel real. I think each of us is in the process of figuring out who we are. The fact we are in a constant state of change it’s understandable that we rarely figure it out.
B. Avatar
August 13, 2018 at 7:57 PM
I really enjoyed your free verse, my friend.. So awesome!! Nicely done.. Many blessings..
Warrior Avatar
August 13, 2018 at 7:34 PM
Wow!...nicely crafted my friend...the inner struggle... well-portrayed Pixie...a winner in my court...love & light...^WW^
Deo Avatar
August 13, 2018 at 4:47 PM
If this was a contest for empathy, U won Pixie. Another approach: we feel like every other human group/ Other, at some point, which is God's way of telling us no-one totally gets us here. So we must try Him. He gives BALLS in Heaven. Ready, LOL!
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