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 frightful fate.
Amidst the chaotic environment, or I was trained,And repeatedly told that it was no shame,
Because survival on your own is something only the bold can achieve, or And if I resist,then society would crumple me, like a toy of play dough.
The countless tears I hid silently, and 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, or 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 fragment of my precedence;
I achieve the forbidden with a lot of bitterness, and Because I am a transgender; an ill-fated ugliness.
Source: tribune.com.pk