Ruining Another Life

Please leave me.

Please leave me.

I am not trying to compete with your men you see.

It’s okay, I will not fight just have it your way.

I am a girl not a boy.

Now I understand that strange sex toy.

Please I understand why you hate me now.

No wonder you flipped your wrist and called me a fat cow.

Please, please, leave me now.

I told you stories about being a lesbian.

I figured that is what turned on most men.

For you I even tried once or twice, I had no idea the woman you chose was your boyfriends’ wife. I even lied and told you it was nice.

Please leave me I could never be your husband to be.

I could never be as good as Gary.

I could never be as good as Terry.

I could never be as good as Ferry.

I could never be as good Harry.

I could never be as good as Larry.

I could never be as good as David.

I could never be as good as Candy; my lips cannot fit around that much dick.

I thought that blonde haired, greened eyed frail little man was a woman at the casino that day. I had no idea it was your little man hoe.

For I am not a man you see, so please leave me.

I realize now how you must have tolerated me. Kissing the face of the toilet seat throwing up after every sexual encounter, we had. Damn boy I bet that made you feel bad.

I even understand why you hide your homosexuality.

I am not hating you I understand. I am a women you enjoy a man.

I am not trying to compete with your him. A woman was never meant to compete with them.

I am sorry that in order to hide your homosexuality, you have to misuse a lot of women just like me.

Please just leave me I am a she not a he.

I am not downing your homosexuality.

Now I understand why you really hate me.

It is because I was born with my femininity and social ignorance says it is all right for me and not you.

You have to hide you see, you cannot openly express your homosexuality. You could not explain that to your family you see, or your new wife to be.

I hate that bullshit they call down low, be who you are, don’t hide what you like.

And stop calling every women you see me with a got damn dike.

What is the matter with you guys, telling all those lies?

I looked in the newspaper the other day and there he was announcing his engagement to a beautiful women he had known for two years. While his lover eyes are full of tears, weeping over a ten-year relationship, hide in a closet full of fears.

So just, go ahead pretend as if I was dead.

I just thank God I have been granted disease amnesty.

For if, I had not, I would be writing this from my jail cell, that I would be sharing with my new roommate Big Bette. I am glad you are gone just leave me alone. Start a new life marry your he wife.

I hope you don’t put him through this same strife.

Why don’t you just go under the knife?

Then you can be your boyfriends’ wife.

I think that would be better than ruining another life.

Be who are and live your own got damn life.

If you keep on hiding, you will just keep on ruining other peoples’ life.

Anyway, all that bullshit they keep telling you about stating that who are is wrong. Apparently, none of them knows anything about history; great philosophers, church heads, alchemist, poets and Kings, many of them were nothing but Queens.

RUINING ANOTHER LIFE