Ranma's Song
Here I am,
Sitting in bed,
Awaking, a dream,
Still running my head.
A dream so real,
I wish it would be,
A dream so true,
A dream about me.
I look at myself,
Wishing not so,
I miss my dream,
That showed me...oh, no.
I remember my dream,
A dream at best,
I reach to my shirt,
For my nonexistent breast.
A longing fills me,
Singing with need,
My wish to be female,
Growing, a weed.
I try to hide it,
Pretending to be not,
I look what me and,
My father has wrought.
A female I be,
A very short time,
Between hot showers,
Living a crime.
If she found out,
Mother, mad she would be,
Girl more in body,
But thought also I be.
My curse, a blessing,
Hard to see through,
Male half the time,
Girl more, it's true.
Pretending I be,
Heads up in cloud,
Male for to see,
Mother be proud.
Cold water,
Day in, day out,
Making me female,
Pretending, I shout.
'I don't wanna be this,'
I rant and I rave,
But it's only talk,
Not what I believe.
I show the world,
I curse and I swear,
But inside of me,
I'm dancing on air.
Today I think I'll,
Pretend more, true stay,
Just waiting, hammer,
Please head my way.
A quick slam,
Wet water around,
Jumping out,
With not a sound.
I drop my facade,
Drop all pretending,
I let my female out,
To help with my mending.
A male they want,
A male, it's true,
But female I be,
Better me than you.
A day a girl,
No more, it seems,
Then back to the grind,
Splitting at the seams.
A day as myself,
No worries, no care,
A day as a female,
Dancing on air.
(c) Apr. 21, 1997, Liath Shadow