Transexual Poem by Tshiamo Ngwenya

My legs are chained
My soul is a slave
Meant to give out a part of my star
To every night.
My presence are food
Fed for survival to those without understanding.
I am reserved by fear
conscious burning
Every last voice to my audible sound,
That i mummer
And let it blow with the wind.
I am inhuman
Allen to perform human nature and impress as much,
Make up wonders the mirror
Scars please the human
And tears strengthen the night.
Mother wonders why,
Shred of tears, a blade, pills and a suicide note,
She says confused and refuse to listen.
Life still whispering accross the avenue
Entitling shame and worsen fear
Defining love otherwise
To defy difference a chance to atleast sing the song sang by sad souls.
For they still listen to the night
Hide from the light
And thinking with their dream they might
Let one thing right
But just beyond their sight.