My birth was an ill-fated ugliness

The kiss from the scorching sun was now a routine,

For there was no shelter that could block it from me;

Ugliness not just defined my face,

As my birth was no less than an ugly fate.

 

Amidst the chaotic environment, I was trained,

And repeatedly told that it was no shame,

Because survival on your own is something only the bold can do,

And if I resist, then society would crumple me, like a toy of play dough.

 

The countless tears I hid silently,

Were considered useless and unworthy.

The smile I gave with a one clap gesture,

Had unknowingly become my unique signature.

 

A thick coat of red lipstick and cheap face powder,

Sufficed to invite countless ridicules and sneers;

The hoots, whistles and curses from passers-by,

Came with the package that used to make me cry.

 

Now that I have accepted my identity,

Respect is not part of my priority;

I do the forbidden with a lot of bitterness,

Because I am a transgender; an ill-fated ugliness.