Part Five. Photograph: Brandi E. Lewis thru Pinterest

I was told that I’m pretty, lithe, and tall

With shiny, black hair and oh-so smooth skin

I earned my living in a beauty shop

Peddled stuff to make women beautiful

To take care of their skin, hair and body

You see, I represent today’s woman

Considering I used to be a man

I was bullied and beaten at death’s door

For being different, for acting strange

TG, Trans, transgender, crossdresser, gay

Was better than freak, faggot, or bayot*

I can’t help what I feel, it’s who I am

And to be true to myself than a scam

Dear Father, I sought refuge at your door

When I couldn’t take the heat anymore

I was welcomed unconditionally

Sister Grace taught me to be kind, not hate

Father Dan showed me acceptance and love

I became an agent of god above

I found my calling to become a nun

Suddenly, I was denied communion,

And confession, told to dress as a man,

To act like a man, well I’m not a man!

That boy is gone. I am now a woman!

So I saved enough money for the change

From counseling, noselifts, to tracheal shaves

Rib reshaping and Vaginoplasty

Breast augmentation and mammoplasty

It is painful just to be the new me

Through it all, I prayed and asked for guidance

So when I set foot in your church as a girl

Your priests leered, groped and teased me sexually

The nuns outed and mocked me savagely

Dear Father, just because I changed my sex

And your clergy and nuns uncongenial

Am still your god-fearing and devout lass

I’m moving on yet slyly go to mass 

I’m a transsexual, catholic woman

I am now comfortable with my new skin

And enjoying all of things feminine

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