Trans Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trans



Trans

She; her, in the voice and skin
Is a HE.

For long-time withdrew
He obeyed “It is shame.”

In capsule, in bubble, entrapped,
Floated, went up, down, cork on waves.

A voice came, of nowhere, a vision”
“No fuss in sitting home.”

Shell broke, the chick hatched to rainbow:
“I am trans.”

Friday, June 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: gender
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