Just a little girl

When I was just a little boy
my aunties said of me
“Isn’t he pretty”
The politics were none
it could be said by anyone
Without sounding silly

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But that was twenty years ago
and since I’ve filled the space below
With spite, lust & envy
And it’s so difficult to try
and when you do passers-by sigh
And mutter ‘crazy’

Get out get out get out
your nest
Where only those birds with breasts
and the chicks ever wear
the dress
Look!
through the camera
There! look!
in deepest Africa
a safari? no! a party? yes!
ABCDE none of the above
F
Birth-hole, second arse
bloody mess
how sure can we be that more is less?

…
Now he’s covering his crotch
he’s painting on his face
Transvestite? travesty? me?
If I was just a little girl
I’d save that space below
For blood, fingers, babies