Maybe if you knew more about me, than you would understand
Yearned from a young age to be the opposite of the sex that I am, but could never afford it
Cuts me to the bone when you make such cruel fun of me, so I deny and hide away the truth
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Ramona, this is a rant, not a poem. It is a great topic for a poem, though. Try some control...try some imagery, try some metaphors...but dont rant and whine. It doesnt make a poem. Raynette