I Kissed a Boy
Copyright 2021 by Heather Rose Brown

This is a song inspired by Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl", but with a transgender twist. Enjoy!

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Ballad of Ted Bandpat

Come listen to my story
About a man named Ted
A poor trans girl
Lived inside his head
Then one day when crying feeling blue
She decided she would stop being a fake dude
Be a girl, that is, both pretty and bold
Be called a “she”

Leap of faith

Take a leap of great faith.
From a familiar place.
But it’s someplace where you don’t belong.

Things rush at your face.
As you strive to erase.
Those things that you know that are wrong.

Like running a race.
As you slowly displace.
The things that have hurt you so long.

As you hurtle through space.
Letting go with great haste.
Be proud to sing out your song.

And seek to embrace.
All the style and grace.
That’s eluded your life all along.

Pain within

A piece of paper, pen in hand.
Time flows by like hourglass sand.
Words rush out from in the brain.
As tears pour down like falling rain.

The pain withheld just grows some way.
And haunts your being everyday.
From dawn to dusk and in between.
Are battles to keep the hurt unseen.

And then there comes a tiny slip.
When someone sees a subtle tip.
That not all is how your life might seem.
How the nightmare fades away the dream.

Just me

Somehow was born convicted.
And sentenced to doing time.
For being just the way I am.
And didn't once commit a crime.

They'd say I was pathetic.
And that I was a disgrace.
Minding my own business.
Someone punched me in the face.

The last one chosen for the team.
As if I really cared.
And always getting teased.
Cause of the way I wore my hair.

Free at last

I’m surrounded by people, and yet I’m alone.
I dwell in my own house, but I’m not at home.
I’ve lived most of my life, hiding inside a shell.
Tossed a fortune in hopes, into the wishing well.

Memories of time lost, and torturous pain.
Are embedded and grate, there inside my brain,
I searched for the good, but found only despair.
Would often give up with, no emotion to spare.

With apologies to Sesame Street, I just had to get this out of my head.

Delicate pattern laid out soft and lovely
Feels so enticing on the fingertips
To feel the garment on the loin would be heaven
But Gehenna bars Entreduex from the skin

Heaven or hell
Tracks cover with snow
Silk or cotton exclusive yet elusive
For these are not for the likes of I

Gehenna Entredeux on wedding lingerie
Entredeux in Dress with crinoline flair
Flowing skirt hugging bodice
Empire waist puffed sleeves
Sweet heart neckline
Tears

I want a huggle-bug for Christmas

All are my own, jotted down over the years.
With a shortfall of talent, and I’m sure it appears.
But rhymes that spring up, though truly not art,
tend to rattle around, and just won’t depart.
So I’ll inflict them on BC, and anticipate your tears.

After all, this too’s just a story, a fable, a tale,
Best taken with salt, and whisky or ale.

A Shovelful of Writers
A lesser known sonnet – well, it has fourteen lines anyway.

Just another drabble of a verse.

Haunted

I remember the moment I became haunted.

Kindergarten, first day, they lined us up

Boys on one side, girls on the other

And as soon as they put me with the boys, the haunting began

The ghost being the girl I should have been

And as time went by

That haunting, that echo of what could have been

Only grew worse.

Until the day the doctor took me the first time

And my mind split

And the girl went deep inside

And I started being haunted by darker things

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A D & D poem:

with apologies to Larry Niven and Steven Barnes

Oh, I once had a sword, or a sword had me,

turned my cowardliness into bravery

We had many battles, the sword in the lead

I always hated it, I dont like to bleed

one day I got lucky, could leave the sword behind

deep in a dungeon for some sucker to find

Dont worry now, I still do some good.

I carry a club. No-ego wood!

Another song parody which came to me today.

This little song parody came to me today.

They think I am a man
My soul laid bare at a glance
This image is all they see
I wish they could see my soul dance

Why should I have to hide?
Why should I live so wrong?

When I have come so far
And struggled for so long?

A bright light in the sky,
Growing weak and now gone.

The light has shone, giving brightness and hope to all who has seen it.
Many has wept, some are still weeping,
over the loss of the light.

As mourning,grieving and rememberance goes on,
new life springs forth like a seed opening up and sprouting.

As remnants of the light remain in those who have seen and experienced the light, the light within will grow and bear fruit.