My Life In Drag

Who is there beneath all these women's clothes

The man inside hopes no one truly knows

For him to be seen as a man in drag

Would cause his spirit and his soul to sag

But to reveal the real woman inside

Would be to finally agree to decide

Not to conceal his struggling female self

And to put his fears back upon the shelf

That he would again be held up to scorn

For being the girl for which he was born.

His beauty, outfits his makeup and pearls

Have made him always be one of the girls.

And when she lights and smokes her cigarette

She feels far more the lovely woman yet

And won't allow the public to judge her

But will permit her feelings to  nudge her

Into the sweet and pretty world she's sought

Despite all her fears that she might be caught

Trying on a skirt makeup wig and blouse

And yearning to venture outside her house

Where she hopes to attract the public's eye

And will smile sweetly at the passers by

And pray that they will truly understand

Beneath the women's clothing is a man

Who has struggled for years to be a girl

And is now ready to enter the world

As the woman she's always prayed to be

And is prepared for all the world to see

The girl inside that she has now become

When in her soul he and she are now one.

No greater gift could I have ever felt

Than to accept the future I was dealt.