I’m at it again. 100 poems in 100 days. This year, about 100 different people.
My wife said I should write about myself first. This is what came out.
(I’m on my way to work which may explain a lot)
Deep inside me it hurts
When I try to fit in
In a sensible skirt
And a shit eating grin
Done in lipstick the shade
Of a shriveled up peach
Trying to learn all the lessons
That “normal” can teach
When my feet are confined
In my ladylike shoes
I am singing the
Cisheteronormative Blues
When they give me a look
That says “bless her, she’s tried”
But the look in my eyes
Says I’m dying inside
When I bite back the questions
That cause them unease
And don’t make suggestions
I know will not please
I pretend that I don’t have
Political views
Cause I’m singing the
Cisheteronormative Blues
I can’t wait till I’m old
To wear purple and red
It’s not good for my soul
To leave so much unsaid
By my feeble attempts
No one here is convinced
My subordinate smile
Comes out more like a wince
So the next time you see me
Please don’t be confused
When I don’t sing
The Cisheteronormative Blues.
Tom Juniper Poetry 