A Scene in the Street

slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


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I met a man, good-looking, gay;

He smiled at me today

And said he thought that I was hot,

And would I like to play?

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I blushed and told him that was sweet,

But that I’m a trans woman.

Disgust and scorn was his response–

He called me sick human.

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He pushed me over, kicked my head;

I bled and cried, ashamed

Of who I am, but tell me, now,

Which of us should be blamed?


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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

Him. Duh. But I think you know that. Man, you really get it coming and going then between this and TERF's. Interesting change in the rhyme scheme, in that the first is AABA, while the other two are ABCB. A sad poem but based on truth and probably needs to be said. I bet there are publications out there that would print this.

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