I Am Like The Wind
Because I feel, I see her nature.
Wind unseen but felt
Breeze on a warm day
Soft and cool through cotton
Gusts in late autumn
Red tip ears, stung by the touch
Wind unseen, but reveals its nature
Fallen leaves dancing along a foot worn path
Butterfly wings fluttering, trying to land
Tumbleweeds roll across desert sands
Flags waving to be noticed
Wind exists without being seen
Feeling on my skin, makes me believe
Seeing its nature, leaves no doubt
My trans unseen but felt
Felt as a child, too young to know
A feeling I had, a secret to bear
A boy to be, a girl obscured
My trans unseen, never to reveal its nature
Latent clothes waiting to be worn, later to be purged
A feeling to hate, never to speak of
A girl kept hidden, never to grow old
She sneaks out to see, a moment here a moment there
She might be seen by questioning eyes
Return must she, from where she came
My trans unseen, but now reveals her nature
A girl set free, a woman to be
Hair colored copper, curls to let be
Body molding to a womanlier shape
Her essence more form than structure
My trans exists, without being seen
My trans like the wind, feeling makes me believe
My trans like the wind, living true to her nature
My trans, like the wind, ever flowing
