Born to be different ( in collaboration with Joetina Arc ( Sparshita) )

I think it started one year about my Christmas night
That's when my parents knew something was not right
Santa had brought me some racing cars
But all I really wanted was some Barbie dolls
All of the boys got their G.I. Joes
All I wanted was some frilly clothes
Looking at all those boys especially Kris
Wondering to myself if I could get a kiss

I stood in front of a mirror asking myself, why?
Why did the almighty ever think, to mould me a guy?
And why cant the people around me
Acknowledge what in myself I have already seen
How fine and lovely my face appears,
And  what a lovely lady I could have been
I know the girls scorn me, and so does that boy
My being at war with my sexuality has made this world so coy

As time went on for many years
My life as a girl my dad only fears
For this need to wear a skirt got worse
I want high heels and a nice pink purse
To wear those sexy thigh highs
These are a few things that I would accessorize
To feel a silky thong between my ass
Wearing a corset to form my body hourglass.

I think I was going crazy, like a mad did I roam
I despised this society, my  friends and those at home
Was it my fault then, that I had no spirit of a man?
given a chance, I’ll prove to be the prettiest that I can,
But who on this earth will understand all that I say?
they pity me, they sympathise , calling me a gay
there’s no one true around me, they don’t care much
But all I need is love, human warmth and a caressing touch.

‘tis only now that I have understood this wicked world
all tricks and travesty, sympathy being a sham
They won’t lacerate my emotions anymore
I will stand up and I won’t give a damn
I will put on my bra and wear my dress
Not to give a damn about the rest
I know that I am pretty; not so handsome
They will see a beautiful lady at the outcome
For never will I hide what is inside
Just to break free and no longer hide
To step into this man's world and confess
For they can kiss my nice firm ass