The Womanhood Express

[Carolyn Marie]

At the beginning of my journey I felt the urge to express my feelings about my overwhelming emotions..  I tried out poetry, and wrote a few poems.  I tried to find them in the Poetry Forum archives, and I'm sure they are there somewhere, but I couldn't find them.  Luckily I saved them as Word docs.  Here is my favorite.

 

THE WOMANHOOD EXPRESS

By Carolyn Marie

We're waiting at the station,
In hope but also stress,
We all stand in patient queue,
To board the Womanhood Express.

It's said this train is magical,
A journey long and fair,
To a place we all can be ourselves,
And live as women there.

Our tickets paid in price so high,
The cost beyond belief,
Lost friends, lost loves, lost families,
Bought our fares as well our grief.

Our suffering we packed away,
In bags filled with regret,
Until they bulged at every seam,
And begged us ne'er forget.

But time is short, the train awaits,
The conductor makes last call
To board the train called Womanhood,
It will take us, one and all.

As we pull out from the station,
The engineer gives a whistle toot,
And all the teens in the dining car,
Call out as one, "Woot, Woot!"

We have a crew of therapists
On this train to help us find,
The path to gender harmony,
Between our bodies and our minds.

There are doctors in the medical car,
We could not do without,
They prescribe the medicine,
That lets the "girls" in us come out.

Surgeons are here too, we're told,
With skills so long refined,
To take away the male parts,
And create the female kind.

Next in line is the dining car,
Where salads are the fave',
But for dessert we save some room,
For the cookies that Dev made.

In the Femme Car we all practice,
Ways to look and sound so fine,
Voice and walk and mannerisms,
Feminine and refined.

Hair is the objective,
In the next car on the track,
Not only how to take it off,
But how to grow it back.

A modern torture chamber
Is the horror that awaits.
Laser beams and 'lectric probes,
Take those whiskers off our face.

Epilators and razor blades,
Turn our smiles into frowns,
They make us wince and make us cry,
But leave skin like eider down.

Fashion rules the next car,
And we girls line up in glee,
Perchance to wear a pretty thing,
To make us feel carefree.

We match our clothes to body types,
Tall and heavy, short and thin,
But we have only one goal in mind;
Wear something to blend in.

The last car on this train of hope is
Dimly lit and draped in gloom.
It's here we come to pay respect,
To those who've met their doom.

Some took their lives when hope was lost,
Some fell prey to hate and fear,
We cherish lives of one and all,
And hold their memories dear.

The train begins to slow at last,
The station comes in view,
This land we will live out our lives,
Is draped in morning dew.

Our noses press to windows,
As we gaze on promised soil,
This wonderland of female dreams,
For which we long have toiled.

We gather on the platform,
Wearing jeans and skirts and dress,
Blow a kiss to engineer and crew,
Of the Womanhood Express.

Arm in arm and hand in hand,
We march onward strong and proud,
Our journey now is over,
And we melt into the crowd.

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[killjoyaiden]

I LOVE this. So beautifully written! You have such a great way with words.

[Carolyn Marie]

Ah, you found it!  Thank you very much, Aiden.  I wrote this at the beginning of my journey, and had to repost it this year after it was lost in the site re-boot.  It's my favorite.

 

Carolyn Marie

[ToniTone]

This is beautiful! It really invokes imagery of this journey. ❤️