Smashing TomatoesA Poem by Bubo
There are 5000 approx transgender people in the UK. I write as a single parent who has been on a journey with my child. For Kye.
One, two, three, four, five,
Precariously round red shapes would rest
Greeting books and oddments as if a guest
And you would stand staring
Fists clenched at your side
Your small feet tilting
As you gazed down the line
Small soldiers stood to attention
They remained forever faceless
No limbs to salute
Troops lacked even motivation
To raise a hint of a smile
Smashing down one by one
Descending like a bomb
Licking lips with your pink tongue
Raining death blows on poor bleak Tom
Troops magnificently exploding
Watery red blood, dancing rivers exploring
Trickling down your legs
To rest mournfully broken
How your hair hung
Before it was gone
I remember how you begun
Before we wiped clean
And you became my son
Convinced myself it was just your frustration
Screaming, pleading for recognition
While you faced internal wars reeling
Many would laugh at your performance
But standing behind you, I knew
Smashing tomatoes was a birds eye view
Trapped in your hullabaloo screwed
Is it wrong I miss you?
Is it wrong to sometimes, just sometimes.........
Cry for what is gone.
© 2010 Bubo
Added on August 2, 2010
Last Updated on August 2, 2010
London, God, United Kingdom
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