(when Jane had her voice operation)
1.
Once her voice was manly,
Tones deep like roots of Oakened wood.
Trying to accept her fate for years,
A life time,
But China knew her destiny.
2.
As time flew by,
China became restless in her alien body,
She set out a change,
A change that would make her womanly.
3.
Tearing away the shackles of manhood,
Her transformation slowly began.
Her voice like twilit winter,
Soon would change,
To a voice of summer rain,
Musically lighting up those around her.
4.
The change now complete,
Stitches bound her pale ivory skin.
Stitches of a new china,
Reborn and waiting from within.
5.
Dear China was mute for weeks,
But I still read her words,
With the sweetness she would soon speak them.
6.
Atlast she spoke to me,
And oh the blissful sound.
Like summer rain and summer sun entwined.
7.
Her stitches removed,
China was herself like never before,
Whispering words untold to me for years,
In her sweet caressing tones.
8.
No longer was China man nor mute,
She was China a new.
A beautiful butterfly reborn,
Ready to catch my tears of joy,
With her wings of starlight.
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