i guess growing up wasnt so wierd i was used to it after all
but it wasnt till maturity called that school life hit a brick wall
the teasing made me feel so small...and i couldnt confide in father
he'd rather dress as a clown with a face of eye marker
and scarper after school to go work the late shift duties
while i was a baby-sat groupie trapped in a silence of insecurity
a single dad family tree of impurities...i often wondered why mom left
she dissapeared with my first breath i only know her from picture sets
her essence still tugged at unfamiliar emotions...but i need her now more than ever
school bullies continued to pester and infested my days lectures
taunting my roots with rude gestures i was on miseries playround with hates centre
my world lacked objectors...why couldnt i see through their taunts?
sleep became a parralel of caged haunts eating my conscience till the break of dawn
shakily dressed to rehearse the scorn bags of grief resided under eyes yawns
and yet this was the calm before the storm...abuse was just a bus ride away
but today was different as curiosity wudnt abate i woke slightly late
thoughts played on my mind and inclined to plot answers escape
dressed in haste... and awaited father to return from his night work
i planned to confront his worth and get a straight answer with no diverse
and uncover the rumour searched for truth circulating my earth
................................footsteps......... ...................
the door opened hinging my surprise appearance with a wince
i tried to make up his expression but smeared face paint flinched
'why are u here ?' he said turning pink with a wig of lies
i began to cry....'the kids are teasing me about u and i wanna know why!!!!!!'
...............................deep sigh.............................
'son i'm not your average dad'....and he revealed his secret
hours of chatter....and he asked 'Will u keep it?'
i couldnt face this deceiver...wheres mom when i need her????
all had become clearer but fogged my thoughts...a break through of sorts...bullies reasons endorsed...i had a trans-parent!!!!

i always wondered why he kept a wardrobe of mommies clothes and some wigs in his room....