Girl in blue
In palliative care, we try to understand the person in every sense of the word, and that includes their sexuality. I learnt about the suffering a transgender patient faced just being in the male ward.
Put me in a male ward
Call me Mister
Dress me in blue
Even when I have boobs
Outside I am free
No shame in being me
Dressed in shimmer
Girls drool at my figure
But here I'm a prisoner
Raised eyebrows I see
Awkward silence permeates
I'm cursed by my fate
Where should they place me?
They still wheel me to the gents
Do I resist them
Or do I put up a fight
But now it doesn't matter
I'm in my last chapter
No use insisting
My rights I relinquish
My friends continue partying
I'm an object of pitying
Someone please ask me
Just who - am - I ?
I was born a man
But truly a woman
My hope is very simple
I just want to be normal
Will you love me the way I am?