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Birth of a Drag Queen

10.05.17 Posted in today's words by

Rob Cochran lives and writes in Portland, Oregon.

Birth of a Drag Queen
By Rob Cochran

Teetering on the edge of insanity
Trying to find a center of Gravity
Cutting off my circulation
in order to make this declaration
about my queen-born ability
to walk with such fabulosity.
Though this gown’s a monstrosity,
my hair a curiosity,
there’s much about this lofty gait
that I did not anticipate.
Like how the swinging of my hips
counters the sway of my fingertips.
Who knew there would be such an orchestration?
A body in concert—a standing ovation!
And every step another encore,
deliriously shouting, “More! More! More!”
And suddenly, the world is new.
I’ve never seen it from this point of view.
Amazing the difference a few inches can make
to change the reality which I now create.
And though my feet are squeezed like stumps
into these six-inch stiletto pumps,
a testimonial I must profess;
How wonderful it is
to be a boy in a dress.

One Response to “Birth of a Drag Queen”

  1. Frank Adams says:

    Bravo! A charming poem, nice rhyme pattern. Good job.

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