My original transition poem I performed in dramatic theatrical fashion about my transition for my Pageant round in Cardiff, Wales, on Saturday night, August 1. I wrote this poem in Iambic Pentameter, which is the style of verse preferred by the English poets William Shakespeare and John Donne. I also sang for the audience God Save the Queen and My Country Tis of Thee. xx
I felt truly wonderful sharing this for such a wide audience about my transition experiences.
A Girl Unhides
By Jennifer Lopezgomez July 24, 2015
A girl unhides. The now. Before, she hides.
A boy abides. The then. Before, he rides.
The girl is shy. She tries to fly in sky.
The boy is nigh. He tries deny her cry.
The girl, she feels. She heals. In heels. Reveals.
The boy, he steals her heals and heels. Conceals.
The girl: A flower blooming bright at night.
The boy: His power booms too loud. Not right.
The girl, she cries. Too shy, her heart, it dies.
The boy, he flies. Oh, my! His brutal lies.
The girl, she plays, age four, with girls, in joy.
The boy, confused, then hides his side, annoyed.
The girl, age eight, not great, she goes away.
The boy, just laughs. I win, I get my way!
The girl, age ten. Emerge. With girls to play.
The boy, confused, submerge. No boys to play.
The girl, age ten.. Come words from peers. And jeers.
The boy, stands by. Not sure appear with peers.
The girl, age ten, Her friends say,"Now, play boy."
The boy, still weak, he waits. Can he be free?
The girl, age ten. She cries. Depressed.. Again.
The boy, he breathes. Can he, be free, again?
The girl, age twelve. At camp in summer's shine.
The boy, he shows, but now, submerge his rhyme.
The girl, age twelve, a part in play as girl.
The boy, unsure, agrees to hide his world.
The girl, on stage, in play, at camp. Such curls!
The boy, hears laughs from boys at camp: "You GIRL!"
The girl, nineteen, bras worn, so fine, alone.
The boy, outside the house, conceals this truth.
The girl, then scared that Mom will learn this truth.
The boy then throws away the clothes of truth.
The girl, now years have passed. She learns of truth.
The boy, now scared to die, but needs the truth.
The girl, then gains her form sublime of youth.
The boy, he dies, and lives no more, there's truth.
The girl, she FLIES with wings of youth and truth.
– by Jennifer Lopezgomez, July 24, 2015
