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The Poetry of Alan Sheppard...
CROSSED
He dressed with care,
paying particular attention to his hair,
His dress was from a charity shop in town,
Not the most fashionable gown.
The lipstick sometimes caught on his stubble,
Getting the bra on always causing him trouble,
The stockings somewhat covered his muscular thighs,
But the Adams Apple always drew others eyes.
It wasn't a case of wanting to be a different gender,
Never would he consider himself a bender,
He has to follow his minds dictate,
Even if it causes his family to become irate.
He just had to be himself,
Even if that means being herself,
Its a pity the wigs and clothes are so dated,
For his fashion sense he is always slated.
On the town on his own,
After so many times his confidence has grown,
He harms no one and is at inner peace,
He doesn't see it as a strange release.
Alan Sheppard
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