Anecdote of a Trans World

*Anecdote of a Transworld *
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Its awkward to see my loin while showering
For I will get a scratched eye
Tumbling over a slab of stone
Which blocks my feminine brook

A male butterfly flutters in my erotic hide out

A single petal out of place is a blemish to  flower

When sky commits a culinary mistake
A bitter rain is sprinkled

While cooking cloud, sky missed an ingredient

Those who feel rain frown with it's distaste

Rain wails in its anomalous birth
             
They bable, "a troubled dish  half cooked"

Curious eyes with brutal radiants

Finally love turned synonymous with survival

I started loving myself, body and mind reconciled

Now I can look in to my loin with ease
An outpour of my feminity crosses the slab of stone