I have worked on this poetry for years. Kelly Blake's new entry inspired me to share it. I am sure that any Transgendered person will understand it. There are a variety of themes contained within it. I think I was reading the work of the likes of Frost, and his contemporaries at the time. I started it in the Late 80's after I finally figured out that I was Transgendered and there was no cure.

It started out centered on the page with a yellow background. Anyone who would care to correct that, you are welcome, but I do not wish anyone to tamper with the text at all.

By Khadijah Gwen Brown

Once you think your goals are meet
Evil men entangle your feet
You are then beset by strife
They make a shambles of your life
You become that which you feared
They take all you held dear
To love God I avail
His mercy shall prevail
At a loss to find a place
Others have taken my space
Mind and body are at war
Death seems the only option
Oh I did pray would God hear me?
Has my relief come yet near me?
Mind and body are split clearly
But, I lost those I held dearly.
They want to force me
To not be me
Not as I am
Will they let me live.
They see me the way they want,
Not as I am
Death sweetly calls me to her bosom
Take me spirit to another place.
There is no strength to continue
In this place
Is there yet another venue?
Where the inner being is seen?
Are there those who actually care?
Are there those whose minds are clear?
What about what I held dear?
Could they not see me, not their fear?
I live in another galaxy
It’s as though they all hate me
They assume I am a liar
That I am bound for fire
Do they need to hasten it?

So, that no one is unduly concerned, I am very happy at the moment. I have friends and am living comfortably in Oregon. The family is still uncommunicative, but that is often our lot is it not?