Cocooned

Cocooned

Inside my shell I’m me

Outside, I’m not allowed to be

Who I want to be

I live a life of hell

Cocooned for ever in my shell

I want to dress

To impress

Upon the rest

The best that I can be

Show off my masculinity

With my femininity

I am not he, I am not she

I am what I should be

If I perform

People pour on scorn

And if I did

Then I’d be hid

From society

For I would wear the clothes that I choose

I’d look quite good in high heeled shoes

I’d wear them proud and sing out loud!

Look at me

I’d shout with glee

I am who I’m meant to be

And though I’d think

I looked quite sheik

People would say

‘Look at that freak’!

Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives

Would rebuke with tongues like knives

Mothers, fathers disappointed

Somehow I’d be seen as quite disjointed

My father, always afraid to kiss

For his love, yes I would miss

Mother saying ‘it’s just a phase’

But it's your child living in this haze

Would you sit with me just once?

And not take me for a nonce

Children are crying and children dying

All because they are dejected

And they feel so rejected

Can’t we show them some compassion?

And move on from yesterday’s fashion

We are all God’s children, everyone

Can we not accept and be done!

Have some compassion and tolerance too

I know I would if I were you!