Tranny

She glides in with her 5 inch heels shoes,

Baring her light brown skin all way to her thigh.

Her mini skirt barely covered her rear,

The cold outside is not her fear.

 

Underneath her sweater is a light top.

Her veiny hands grasp her latte.

Bright colors adorn her lips and eyes

But her manly features are still like mine

 

She sips her latte, oozing femininity

Waving her hair, teasing her leg

With the tip of her fingers

Her smooth skin unbothered by winter.

 

She stares out the window

Pondering thoughts glare back

Gawkers walk in and out, staring,

Wondering why she is not like you and I.

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