Smashing TomatoesA Poem by BuboThere 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
The executioner Petite hands 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
I remember........... 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? Little girl, Is it wrong to sometimes, just sometimes......... Cry for what is gone. © 2010 BuboAuthor's Note
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31 Reviews Added on August 2, 2010 Last Updated on August 2, 2010 AuthorBuboLondon, God, United KingdomAboutSo, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..Writing
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