Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.


Jerry Troiano Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Transgender which was written by poet Jerry Troiano. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Jerry Troiano

Best Jerry Troiano Poems

+ Follow Poet

The poem is below.


Well, I’m in Target®, last week, on a shopping spree,
When I realize that I really needed to pee,
Now, I know their restroom policies are new,
As to where one can now, go pee or poo.

So, off I go in search of the lav,
That I’ve read about and I know they have,
It must be somewhere; it was all the news,
About confused people and conflicting views. 

Now I feel like I’m holding back the falls,
When I spot some symbols high on a wall.
I run to the wall, and on the door below,
Are some symbols I’ve seen and some I don’t know.

On the door there are more, arrows and crosses,
Then can be found in most college, physics courses,
What do I do, which one is me,
After all, I just have to pee.
So I open the door, just a bit,
And see someone I think is a biker chick.
But I can’t be sure, so I close the door,
Afraid to open it any more.

But I really must pee, so I peek again,
And some look like women and some like men.
And I find myself as confused as ever,
When I spy a guy, in a dress, made of feathers.
So, I’m holding myself now, like when I was three,
And rocking back and forth like a windblown tree,
When up at the sign, I take one last glance, 
But, Oops, too late, I peed my pants. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 4/8/2017 10:04:00 AM
Very cleverly done, Jerry. The world is changing but not fast enough :) Amitiés
Login to Reply
Date: 4/8/2017 8:31:00 AM
Cute write Jerry ;)
Login to Reply
Date: 4/8/2017 8:05:00 AM
Your poem sure made me smile Jerry especially as I am the 'queen of poop on soup' and I love writing poems on similar subjects I saw my first ever unisex loo recently Jerry which gets over any difficulty with the transgender issue:-) hugs Jan xx
Login to Reply