What Does It Mean To Me?

[Sally]

What Does It All Mean To Me?

By Sally Michelle Jackson

I am a transsexual or so says society’s all knowing label

One that I feel that I must change as soon as I am able

For it brings to their minds thoughts of wild sex and perversion

Providing to the true nature and understanding of us a diversion

How can you hope to be open and accepting

While all of the time you are so busy rejecting

A victim it seems so many times

And all of it for my only two crimes

What are those two crimes why do you ask when you already know

I was born a man and yet claim to be woman with ribbon and bow

And the second is that sin above all

Working to change the cause of my fall

From your love, your respect and even your touch

Why for becoming me must the price be so much

These are the questions each day do surround

And like an angry dog they continually hound

To remind me with each thing that you say

“Just be the man that I see for another day

I want you to stay as you are it is all about me

Any thoughts of your needs are selfish you see”

And so it goes for each day until the end of time

I cannot even reach you through use of my rhyme

Your feelings are all of importance and carved in stone

While they leave me deep within myself and so all alone

No kindness and loving no dreams of mine are worth sharing

With anyone who knows what I think and feel but so uncaring

And yet I ask myself I was taught to accept all by who

In all of my thinking back I am positive that it was you

This did not happen as you think by influence or suggestion over night

It has plagued me from childhood and to survive I must make it right

I have a reason and a need it is not merely a whim

I can no longer stand my life if it means living as him

I am not asking you to understand just how I feel

Only to respect me and try to believe that it is real

I do not have to know how it feels to be shot

I can assume that it must really hurt quite a lot

Do me a favor and try hard to see

That person within that is truly me

Love ya,

Sally

[Guest Donna Jean]

What Does It All Mean To Me?

By Sally Michelle Jackson

I do not have to know how it feels to be shot

I can assume that it must really hurt quite a lot

Love ya,

Sally

Ain't THAT the truth, Girlfriend!

Another nice one from Momma Sally....

I love it!

Keep them coming, Sweetheart!

Love ya! (Hee Hee, sorry...)

Donna Jean

[Guest Jean Davis]

I like this part

Your feelings are all of importance and carved in stone

While they leave me deep within myself and so all alone

It really hits home.

LUV

Jean