The mark I've born my whole life through,
Revealed far more where misunderstanding stood,
And though from well-springs, great rivers accrue,
I rejected with vehemence like 't'was bitter wormwood;
Rejected, selected the right I thought good.

"But a man of men, am I," cried I,
"Thought it sounded so sound, I surely had died."

So I forgot my heart and hid my case,
But a blind assumption lurked beneath
This placid surface, feigning as Grace,
When all I wanted was a moments peace,
Till unfaithful Bacchus' veracity ceased.

"But a man of men,am I," said I,
"As a man doth a woman, I shall not cry."

Hounded by pain on disgrace's abyss,
I ran far beyond each border I'd cross
To see just how far in the face of remiss,
The price I paided was shame grotesque,
But what's not refine in the crucible's dross.

"But a man of men's not a man," claimed I,
"Should I question tradition and morels with: Why?"

So convoluted, yet my time passed by,
That beliefs I opined and posited true.
This subtle change stirred curiousitty;
Unsure with a new set of rules what to do,
But I was instructed by age and wisdom too.

"But nay! I'm a man of men, aren't I,
"Whither then comes this challenge of why?"

But a dawn of new hope arose inside me,
Redressing, addressing , crossdressing faux pas?
But 't'was befitting of me so I chose new clothes,
Et bon encore, I became what I thought,
And love who I am, whom for so long I'd sought.

"A lady of men, am I," bellowed I,
"Though boys will be boys, a girl became I!"

Dani LaReaux c2007