Really! Poem by Julia Luber

What is given is not good enough for her.
To accept what is given is just simply what
too many other people have done.
She has to make herself feel Very Special.
She has to make herself feel sophisticated, complex, interesting.
She needs a therapist and hormone treatments to enable her to
define her gender which she has done as the precise opposite of her
genitals. She needs to defy human science and Mother Nature.
This is how she feels better than other people, more complex and interesting.
This is how she gets under the skin and sinks into the nerves. Through fraud.
She so enjoys making another uncomfortable and alerting another to her
being somebody in a state of fraud and deceit. She is getting off on testosterone
like a street drug, just synonymating it to cocaine or heroine as a feel good.
She never had a boner nor a wet dream/ She does not know a single thing about
what she pretends to be and maybe she is fronting this as the truth of all that
she pretends to be. Just maybe she is an absolute fraud and phony at EVERYTHING
she does, without an ounce of genuine truth or well meaning advice.
She is flaunting how disrespectful she is of God and Mother Nature's creation.
And she will be as aggressive with how disrespectful she is of you.
So beware, It is the way she warns everybody around her.
That if she is THAT disrespectful of God and Mother Nature, just imagine
how disrespectful she will be of you, a mere human.
I wish she had set her warning signs forty years ago before I ever became friends with her.
I wish I had had a warning to be wary, to know she is a phony, to know she is a fraud,
to know that she does not respect God or Mother Nature. I wish I had known.
Interesting whom she thinks is "good enough" for her these days.
As if she could not get more pleasure, than what could cause me more pain=REALLY!
She thinks she is too good for her genitals, that she is above them, superior to what
billions of others have accepted without a problem. She thinks she is too good for
her genitals. I do not.