Poetry : A boy raised to be a man.

A boy raised to be a man

now is flaunting a fur, so long that reaches his toes.

He likes to look at himself sometimes, in his fantasy mirror of illusions.

A modern narcissus...

Yet all he can see is a shadow.

A boy raised to be a man

now he feels like one, dressed in a leather ensemble.

Yet his boots have heels and he carries sunflowers.

He longs to be a cowboy...

but he doesn’t have a horse.

A boy raised to be a man

now wants to be a woman.

In a sea of bad wigs he pulls the orange one out.

He is ready for a bath among the stars.

He is She now.

As She goes deeper into the water she looses her wig.

A boy raised to be man

now is looking at her wig drowning.

She is He now.