The
tears that I shed now emotionally,
Release
the pain so I can be,
The
twin-sister who’s inside of me,
I feel
it within my heart you see.
Throughout
my life I’ve been a male,
Raised
three children, that’s quite a tale.
I worked
hard to support wife and family,
Cross-dressed
only very occasionally.
Then
when the andropause hit me,
My body
did strange things you see,
After
endless research on the Internet,
My
research showed me what I might get.
How
would I make this new gender break?
For to
get it wrong I sure couldn’t take,
Do you
think I need psychiatric aid?
I can’t
afford what those shrinks get paid.
I know
that my marriage would not last
It’s
fragile now and nearly past.
To whom
do I turn to ask for help?
I know
so little that I could whelp.
Except
that the cost is beyond my reach,
So it
looks like I’m stranded on the beach.
Crossing
would be a desirable state,
Do you
think I have left it too late?
I know
what I’d like but it cannot be,
So where
do I go, oh please tell me?
To
wallow in self- pity would do me not a scrap of good at all
It would
not help to get me out of this mood and go and have a ball.
So I’ll
simply go and meditate for I know it will help me,
To be a
woman in my mind and you can’t take that you see.
I think
I’ll stay contented therefore, with my lot in life,
Cross-dress
as frequently as I can and help maintain my wife.
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